The gods hear my need

A desire beyond the heavens

An ache,  a drive, a quest

To become

~~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