Cocky.

by essayan hart

the only way
you will ever know who i am
is if i part this curtain
of rain

i imagine myself
making strides
towards the heart of
our cave and
shedding dark garments

this is no funeral march
it is a dangerous
impermanent birth

to step into power
to become again
this small priestess
i must become song
become winged

you will allow me to return
to the safety of my raiment
you will forget
and take only this medicine

i however, will remain
cloaked
and certain once again
of the dangers that lie ahead

the only way
you will ever know who i am
is if i part this curtain
of rain

dearest ancient i and we
can i take this chance
to spare my pride?

they dwell in our mysteries
while refusing me
and if i shapeshift…

Erotes.

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