My Demons

My demons dwell in my scars
Caged with ropey fibers
Armored with unpigmented flesh

Fearful creatures seeking asylum
Frightened of the light and fresh air
Yet ever restless under my skin

For freedom is death if released
So they burrow into my soul
Whispering twisted truths into my heart.
~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg

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MANTLE of DYING

Transfixed by this hallowed pyre
Clinging to the last flicker of creation
The void ushers in the dying
My world is spent and death ebbs in
Soothing me in its darksome cloak
Destruction is found in the turning of worlds
Gently in holy conflagration we flow into the Duat
Pulled by the sacred Barque of Night
~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg

FOREIGNER

Crushing otherness today

Detached from my own skin

Only breathing reminds me

Displaced am I in this world

Castaway, renegade, exile

Standing outside of fleshy throngs

Misunderstood and misunderstanding

Craving human absorption

Desirous of the fool’s banality

Embargoed on intimacy, acceptance, love

For those sensations are for the accepted

The elect, the citizen…. the enthralled

~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg

Heartland

My world begins again
Two visions chasing affinity
Crusading for the veiled crossing
Over this river of pain
With neither sun or moon as guide
We tirelessly quest to arrive
United on undefiled shores
Finding only the mists of chaos 
Obscuring our horizon
What is sought can be found 
Seek only in the liminal places
For there in the shadowland
The prize lays dreaming
This place of neither night nor day
Where the heart makes its sacred home
~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg

SHROUDED WAY

I am yearning for other worlds

Realms buried between heartbeats

Kingdoms hidden in the flicker of a flame

Infinities veiled in the eyes of the outcast

Suffocation is all this world offers

Adrift on this sea of corruptness that engulfs all

A tainted existence caressed by fleshy automatons

Echoing their lives in orgiastic consumerism

Trafficking pieces of flesh to eat their own souls

Where are the high towers of knowledge?

The honorable guides to truth and uprightness?

I am seeking the hidden sanctuary

Show me the inner sanctum

I will essay the perilous precipice to find

That sacred place – –  the gate of my heart

~~Feral Goddess, A. Green-Muilenburg