A rift in the heavens

Scorches my very soul

This burning need to ravage

My fragile design

Flames my ascension

Becoming what my Ib craves

Redemption through the inferno

~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg



At the edge I dwell
In the shadow of gods
Restless for becoming
The skin of my mortality
Assaulting my musings
Wildly grinding thoughts
In this empty mortar
Chasing that lucid catalyst
The alchemical cracking of flesh
With daggerish tongue
I lash into the wind
Slivering me free
~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg