I am the marker of his violence,
a placeholder.
His greed to be endless
and clean.
I am the clay tossed out,
holding his imperfections.
I am the sky-cloud,
lacking permanence.
Tag: Self-Expression
Ancestral Gossip
Gravitate.
Create.
Make believe,
share what you’ve made.
-Grandmother Oxblood
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“Writers are the strangest freaks.”
“Relating?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Writers often break boundaries, which I adore about them,” Loki sparks back.
Written and sung by Lilith for inner children.