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Standing under

an

Aztec age sun

I see myself

strip

the skin from

your

flesh.

It falls away

as easily

as the

 fresh green wrap

on newly

ripened

corn.

This is important.

I drape

your pelt

around my shoulders

i welcome in

a new season

of

good luck

and

good fortune.

Suddenly I

blink,

realise that I

am

here and

now,

I don’t need

your skin.

Remember this:

Dragon dreaming

is cunning,

broken free from

 caves

where it was

buried

for

our own

protection.

Expect

no

good

today.

And she feels it now,

Tingling,

Just below the surface of her skin,

As inevitable as

The movement of storm clouds,

The Furies unfurling their wings –

Awakened

They begin to sing.

When she opens her mouth

to speak

Their voices drown out her own,

shatter glass

crack mirrors

move time

still the beat

and

finally

stop

all

men’s hearts.

i’m Circe again:

singing stinging this man’s soul

into it’s true shape

winter for summer’s

Persephone: thus you have

condemned me to cold

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