To be chased: The Starry One
Goddess of falling stars
i am you. i have always been you.
the escape is monumental.
the quail, a family in the shrubs
babies barely keeping up.
goddess of dreams
17 of them cuddled up in the briars.
but one beautiful witchy bird holds
all the worms in the slices of her beak.
The worms are mine. I want their warm
sustenance as my currency to nurture
the entirety of the hungry.
I deliver your meal as prophecy.
goddess of witchcraft
And after it all,
i am the island.
surrounded by waves
birthing new life,
which I catch with
the open arms.
midwife of the universe.
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