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Scorpio
Quiet! be still a moment―
my flesh has caught fire.
The slow, self-righteous simmering from within
has dominated my body.
My skin crackles and my hair is singed―
sharp, acrid taste in the air.
The fever rises through my blood
the angry pumping of my heart ignites sparks
like your instigating eyes
watching me
I feel my toenails buckling
my organs seize up, constricting
pain wracks me and I shudder
my shaking bones blacken and crack
YES!
I am engulfed in flames of death.
See my royal arrogance consume me from within
I rise up against myself
and in this moment
I don't care who I am or what I do.
my skin burns within brighter than rage
and my whole body disappears
in the agonizing
writhing
shrieks of change.
all except my eyes--
my eyes, do they
seem older to you now?
But now my shrill cries change,
the chilling wails turn to sobs
torrents of sweet compassion, fresh and honest as rain
as snow
was it my face that hid so long
behind false smiles and pride?
No more.
See me now, my truth streams forth
its path shines on my twisted, blistered cheeks.
Look closely. Do I seem different to you now?
My tears have quieted the flames
and now smoke whorls up around
my broken form―
I emerge.
Ash falls away from my pink new skin
and golden feathers shine through the smoking ruins
feel the wind on your cheek from the
first jubilant breath
See me step out of the smoking
stinking
smoldering ashes
my new skin is like porcelain
tinted soft angel-pink, angel wings
my delicate bones have restructured
to hold me more steadily
my toes flex, and the hard, clear nails shine.
My cheeks are flushed with youthful blood
my hair grows back in baby-soft waves
and everywhere I glisten with blond peach-fuzz.
Do you see how I smile differently now?
I am strong. Confident. Bold.
And now, too, I am sweet with compassion. My lips dance
with an innocence renewed.
But my eyes shine
with the Fire
that burnt me down.
my flesh has caught fire.
The slow, self-righteous simmering from within
has dominated my body.
My skin crackles and my hair is singed―
sharp, acrid taste in the air.
The fever rises through my blood
the angry pumping of my heart ignites sparks
like your instigating eyes
watching me
I feel my toenails buckling
my organs seize up, constricting
pain wracks me and I shudder
my shaking bones blacken and crack
YES!
I am engulfed in flames of death.
See my royal arrogance consume me from within
I rise up against myself
and in this moment
I don't care who I am or what I do.
my skin burns within brighter than rage
and my whole body disappears
in the agonizing
writhing
shrieks of change.
all except my eyes--
my eyes, do they
seem older to you now?
But now my shrill cries change,
the chilling wails turn to sobs
torrents of sweet compassion, fresh and honest as rain
as snow
was it my face that hid so long
behind false smiles and pride?
No more.
See me now, my truth streams forth
its path shines on my twisted, blistered cheeks.
Look closely. Do I seem different to you now?
My tears have quieted the flames
and now smoke whorls up around
my broken form―
I emerge.
Ash falls away from my pink new skin
and golden feathers shine through the smoking ruins
feel the wind on your cheek from the
first jubilant breath
See me step out of the smoking
stinking
smoldering ashes
my new skin is like porcelain
tinted soft angel-pink, angel wings
my delicate bones have restructured
to hold me more steadily
my toes flex, and the hard, clear nails shine.
My cheeks are flushed with youthful blood
my hair grows back in baby-soft waves
and everywhere I glisten with blond peach-fuzz.
Do you see how I smile differently now?
I am strong. Confident. Bold.
And now, too, I am sweet with compassion. My lips dance
with an innocence renewed.
But my eyes shine
with the Fire
that burnt me down.
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