On the road I met a god with burnt black skin
and the symbol of a full moon on her forehead
She asked if I could cure her of her godhood
I pulled her close to me and caressed her
Ran my mouth over her wounds and scars
And loosened the solar systems tangled in her pubic hair
She gave birth to a disfigured, strangled child
Who rose from the temporal valleys of death
and sat on her lap while she gently wept
(Kelsey Bee)
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