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Hierophant: by Christina Park
Hierophant: by Christina Park
by Christina Park
Crying,
Sweating,
In a kinetic trance
Thinking of you.
Breaking down,
breaking down to shed appearances,
the appearances left over
from bartering with people.
One drop
in a sea of human faces
was my drink for a day..
ran through my body,
pulsed in my skin,
impressed an image upon my mind,
and then became a tear
touching my face
leaving me
with only the salt on my lips
to taste.
Undertow
I came to you
like scissors to a knife
expecting an embrace.
I came to you
looking for an answer to my disgrace
and found
a puddle at the bottom of an empty barrel, reflecting my face.
A ring is found
among the patterned twisted sheets
in embroidered mounds of blankets
where two lovers finally meet.
A crown of rubies,
glittered in a golden case,
adorns the hand around my neck,
as I approach her haunting face.
Brittle Seamstress,
designer of my fate,
makes me do the sewing.
Possession in a glance,
a moist look from such distant eyes.
A delicacy to his mental aggression,
now directed at me,
and his every shift in movement
a fondling of my psyche.
A coquettish pet I am,
in the sternness of his play.
Space and Time
waiting eternally,
frozen by the unfathomable depth
of his coldness.
I Own Hell
Trapped in a machine-
how do you like it, now that you know-
we all, controlled by some impersonal lever,
make each other move,
helplessly, monotonously.
My secret passage
Leads to nowhere, and anyplace,
And has no entrance for you.
Pluto