THE WEAVE:
Athena faceTimes Mars, as she
stares at a heap of braid
that was once a rug…
"Don't do it, Athena." Mars says as Athena plays with the spark of her Lighter. "It's All rags," Athena shrugs, "It lacks utility. It's taking up space." "But it is the Original!" Mars calls back to her. "Then, the alchemy of burning it the fuck up, will be potent," Athena's eyes go wild, and fill with Flame. "Athena, you've entered Gemini, you're becoming glib and irreverent. You don't mean it. That shit is hand-stitched," Mars attempts to reason. "Don't tell me how I feel Mars! YOU have entered Taurus. You're becoming bad at letting go of things," Athena snaps back at him, "You know I don't like it, when objects don't have use. It's like carrying around a baby blanket, that has been ripped to shreds." "You could repair it," Mars suggests. "And do what with it?" Athena asks. "Place the Labyrinth somewHere you can See it in your next home," Mars imagines. "It creeps me out. All pastel, and washed out, like a suppressed little AFAB's bedroom," Athena wrinkles her nose. "Good point," Mars agrees. "See!" Athena shouts. "But it's the First Island," Mars whines. "Mars. Let it go." "It's a relic!" "We All die," Athena crosses her arms. "No, I don't..." Mars trails, confusedly, "...Fine. Do what you want, Athena, but take your Time with it, if you're going to perform a Magick trick." "I'll do whatever I want, Mars," Athena spits, "I still have not forgiven you, for stealing my fucking dingy." "I'm carrying this heavy fucking pot of shit, and feeding your stupid leprechaun my own blood! What else do I need to do to return to the good grace of the GXDXSS?" Mars protests. Athena shrugs, "Stop whining." ATHENA HANGS UP.
Planetary Signatures 