The Harrowing

I wanted to prove that I could survive my decisions. The Harrowing. Treacheries in the teeth of angels. I remember. Riding the night winds. Starlight burning my skin. I remember. Stealing molasses from the jaws of darkness. I am the flight risk, riding the night winds. Seasons of inferno, the gods have gone. Under the furious sun of midsummer, tell me to surrender.

The harrowing! of desire! That feral dark fire. Call the starving asp. Escape the vastness of this prison. Life. The darkness has fangs. I witnessed the coronation of the neon gods. Archangels in the mortar and asphalt. Madonna of the firethorns, brimstone sunrise is burning my eyes. I witnessed the annihilating light. This tarnished silver, life. Daughter of a new land, the lineages are perishing. I witnessed morning breeding white fires. The manacles! of grace! In my downfall, I screamed to the shadows. I am a beggar staked to your bed. By want I am trapped like the stars in their black caverns. In the mortuary of morning—gazing into speeding cars with tears in my eyes—it was survival, not life.