Scorpio sis

And if I try to describe existence again don't stop me.

Stop skepticism!

Descend into moist spaces, 

the transformation begins,

My soul compost into future forms,

The glittering streets,

cars jumping into water ponds,

Their torches light my way into nostalgia.

I can’t fall asleep at night, 

when I do, my eyes would open 

and nothing else would move, 

an entity is trying to bark at my ears.

Now I want to be hidden,

crawl into comfort,

Seek intimacy and tenderness,

The smell of the wind,

My skin pixeling like a glitch, 

The hideous joy of that kid across the street. 

The high, the hay, this drive.

The way everything transforms into a deeper, more

intimate state. 

I dive my hands in water and try to find balance. 

The weight of opposite feelings, 

Opposite sides of my personality, 

Opposite genders, 

Opposite loves. 

Is exactly what I needed, to let it loose, let go of control and enjoy the cloud of floating talks and smokes upon the table, the frenetic opinioning, the passionate debates, the empowerment of arguments, I’d hit on the cigarette for three or more times while talking, the hash dropped already but it looks cool.

Funny how my body tries to hit a rhythm when performing an opinion or keep me on the go, dancing with Uranus is the most profound way of being present.

The harmony of tender colours, 

The calm of a morning in late October, 

sunlight is graceful and mild, 

Clouds in an impeccable dance with silk, 

I can’t stand people failing at their jobs, not being at

the top of their abilities, fuck! you annoy me so much.

I bite, I fight, I order, I strike, 

I’m a fucking boiling pot, 

My front is lavatic, 

The cold rain evaporates on my cheeks, 

Black and sleek.

The legs of the Scorpio trap me and ask me to go deeper,

get everyone else out of the picture,

stinging people around me out of my control, 

I fall on my knees at the majesty of this golden forest, 

The trees breathing out, ecstatic from the quietness,

like a lion’s breath after a warm summer evening shower,

it is time to rest and go back into the abyss of the ground.

And I’m blown far away into another time, the time of my sister witches, 

Of the sacred knowledge, 

Now I’m drinking the blood of pomegranate and praying for Persephone’s guidance.