THE MATH : Full Moon + Pisces = Vesta ENTERS Scorpio
THE WEAVE:
Persephone is still singing
to the Waters of the Well…
“Not you too,” Persephone whines,
as Vesta walks up, beside her…
“Me too,” Vesta softly smiles, as she touches Persephone’s cheek,
“I am in season.”
“But I am weary of doing
what the season tells me too.”
“You don’t have to.”
“But I’m having FOMO, Vesta.”
“You must pick your
poison, then, Persephone.”
Persephone leans her cheek
into Vesta’s palm, as her
tears drip over the back
of Vesta’s hand,
“I want the story
to change,” Persephone
sobs, in a sharp whisper.Vesta presses her forehead
against the girl’s,
“So, change it,
Wanderer,” she murmurs.A pain contracts
across Persephone’s face,
and she closes her eyes,
not breathing;Against it, for a long moment;
eyes wateringclear, when she opens them again, each gulping Firefrom the Sun, "I change
by not doing,
but why do you
go, Vesta?”
“It has to do with
a flower, and a dream
I once wrote.”
“Before you dive, will you
tell me, about it?”
“Come here, Kore.”
Vesta sits on the lip
of the Well, opening
her arms. Persephone
rest her head in Vesta’s lap.
Vesta tucks Persephone’s hair,
behind her ear, and whispers
a dream to her…
“There is a flower
that blooms, beyond
the foot-stones of this threshold.
It grows white, and many
petaled, in the brush,
before the swamp.
My brother tells me,
pollinated by moths,
it only opens, fully,
in the Moonlight.
Soon, I will go,
like a moth, drawn
to flame, to find
what burns, within
the night.”
Vesta lifts Persephone
from her lap, kisses
her brow, leans back,
and with hardly a splash,
she’s gone.
Vesta sings as she falls,
underwater…
Vesta falls through Persephone’s
memories, and sees
the time, Persephone
met Minthe…
THEY HOP OUT OF THE VANS
and immediately find
each other. Surrounded
by women, looking and smelling
like flowering Goddesses,
they glow grey.
Familiar with enrichment questions,
and childhood English
games, looking for the two
expressions, that do not feel
the same, they found each-other.
And that is how
their friendship began.
It was Persephone's birthday
again, and she traveled
to a place where no One
knew it, unless she told them.
At the time, she didn't know
she liked doling out tongue
bindings, or that Minthe liked
receiving them.
Over years, they learned
about one another;
What they like, and what
they don't, and how
they aren't that different;
craving something rooted
in a pain, as pleasure
finds a Way to feel,
up through the cracks
of Pluto's realm.
They are bound
to each-other, through
the backs of their hearts,
where intuition
leaves a mark.