Lucid Invasion

The world stops spinning when I catch your face
and haunting silence entraps the body and soul.
New photos of covetous smile you decide to grace
summons pesky old memories to cruelly unfold.

The heart beats faster, harder and aches.
The room, a storm. Burning. Freezing cold.
And as tiny mended cracks fracture unfazed,
laughing cupid boasts and struts his poison bow.

The mind tumbles last, but crumbles nonetheless,
no match for your lucid invasion.
My sanity, you cradle and tenderly caress,
soothes uneasy before assured purgation.

Your ghost, I buried, I swallowed, I fought.
Tell me, my love, do you enjoy playing God?

Stheno’s Kitchen

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Tick tick. Tick tick

Tick-tick-tick-tick

Tik-tik-ti- Ding!

They’re ready!

Mittens. Pan. Table.

Hot! Hot! Hot!

Setting them down by the busts to cool.

My hair gets impatient sometimes,

hissing at the smell of those freshly baked meat.

I pet them down and put them in their place.

As I walk through the kitchen, I smirk at those hardened eyes.

Perseus will one day taste my mastery too.

Plate. Plate. Plate.

Fork. Fork. Fork.

Chair. Chair. Chair.

They call themselves Gods; playing with the helpless human dolls;

Creating freaks of nature like little Perseus.

So very tiny, so much desire to impress, so so close to being stoned to death.

Her only sin was being flawless; all she ever wanted was to be loved.

It was Jealousy, prejudice and injustice; the family that proved

the downfall of my baby sister. Their heads will mark the sacred ground

where she lay. I will turn their bodies into a temple.

And she shall be worshipped.

And she shall be immortal.

Euryale!

Fumble fumble fumble.

Snakes in a mess.

Eyes bloodshot.

Poison dripping from the side of a fang.

Sister. Sister.

Let’s eat.