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Pythia
Worshiping Apollo,
She painted galaxies upon her skin.
Telling stores of years old kisses
resting deep within her marrow.
Her body, shaped with dirt and fireflies
was sutured together by birds with teeth-
A dark eyed oracle, whispering dead
blood languages in her sleep.
Dancing in fields of silk sheets
and disfigured fingerprints,
as she tried to forget
the perverse needs
of nothing more than
mortal men.
She painted galaxies upon her skin.
Telling stores of years old kisses
resting deep within her marrow.
Her body, shaped with dirt and fireflies
was sutured together by birds with teeth-
A dark eyed oracle, whispering dead
blood languages in her sleep.
Dancing in fields of silk sheets
and disfigured fingerprints,
as she tried to forget
the perverse needs
of nothing more than
mortal men.
Published 16th May 2012
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7th Sep 2012 6:05am
An engaging story. She painted galaxies was a very vivid line and I'm left to wonder at the intended meaning of it? Prophecy, an actual ritual of painting or scarification, or her physical appearance reflecting the places shes been and things shes done. Dancing in fields of silk sheets also gave me pause to think. I'm torn between an erotic undertone or something much more morbid. Are they bed sheets or burial shrouds? My interpretation could of course be way off, still it gave my mind something to tussle with.
