“….Take one!!!!”
[INT. Of mind]
Puddles shifting like mantled mist under a haunted visage -
an archetypal flooding of country many wouldn’t want to visit.
Gurgling with perch, sturgeon, & crucian carp for fishes
but all die while being birthed by her dark dimensions.
Winterfell in her brain, perpetual - she’s Stark of effort
strain for aphrodite when she’s athena/parts of hera…
Galvanized stretches of face, frozen into cards of leather.
Permafrost thaw.
notice the path to this pool as a worn corded track to her soul
trying to sparkle with spring’s renewal or inanimate gold
layered with splinters of glass like hopes & dreams in sedimentary stone…
Confusion, bi-polar reluctance that bends at your bones
Metatarsals curl desperate for solid ground, some blossoming joy
Chained to the scant comfort of being lost in the void…
[EXT. Pripyat]
see Russia - typed “NINETEEN EIGHTY SIX” in courier new
The nuclear blast’s virulent hue, sparkling nightside in myriad blues
her script peaked with Chernobyl emitting beams from a flue…
She needed it too. crackled lightning coursing her veins, she’s moving alone
the lone creature left as Queen of the Chernobyl exclusion zone
Now she’s a medusa myth, the hag & banshee of area two-two
whispers of her existence extended to various news crews
But she’s evasive; wandering buildings, pools, tunnels. Alone & a bastard
Don’t fuck with Russia’s Quasimodo Queen…
She’s at home with disaster.
*END CREDITS ROLL*…
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