Myth's B*tch~

The man would dip

into the cream

but this cream has dark flavor

he’d string me up on beauty

but my beauty is a razor

another dreamt this and that

into my swollen marrow

but my bones are made of gods’

righteous, stolen arrows

“Hold up, pause.” She says

“Now you’re really tripping,

what gave those deities the right

to take a human girl in snippings.”

I laugh

on Myth’s behalf

as I stroke my hips into the sin of another golden calf

sweeping arms up in a spiral

making clouds misbehave

dropping  to the ground

on yet another killing day

“Right?” I laugh

“Look at him!”

point I then at the pride, the sin

as a man crawls up

to shake his staff

at my wicked effigy

unmanned

this b***h

this w***e

this Babylonian toy

that will not be tamed

though made

hammered out by wicked shouts

as the men went all out

to prove they were men

but at the final draw

they were all trapped inside my pen

every wicked blot

every wound and spot

of pain meant to break this girl

flipped itself onto its side

merged

and reemerged

to their terrible chagrin

because in my eyes I wore their weakness

and their  ugly sins

while my skin they craved

and my mind they ached to own

you were made for this, they’d pout

the hell I was, I’d grin

and rage became another stroke of ink

“Hold up.” She says

“Now you’re creepin me

A little.”

I shrug, so noncommital

“Don’t you get it, chica?

Every one of them is brittle.”

and you are, you are, my mankind

whom I love

and whom I hate

whom I want to swallow down

with the sharpest drops of rain

cut you through me

and me through you

this b***h sired by a Myth

using calligraphy and pitch

to flip you from the pit

but doomed and damned

encoded deep

the self destructive gene in you

never learned

now did you

that genes are schemes

easy to trade

simpler to step over

and toss your own fate on the eye of the dice

once

twice

thrice

snake eyes

inverted

lost cause

we,

dying to our own applause

 

 

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Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

Wow!! This reads like a terrifying monologue of some ancient, heartless goddess, fated to be worshipped by a fault-ridden, weak humanity. I love the use of dark humour in the dialogue. It adds another dimension to the narrative voice.
Way to go on a Monday morning, Selene. Start the week with guns blazing.

[Chris Smith Welshpoetcs]

This has a dark feel to it, excellent.

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

You're fabulous!!!

[OT]

oh yes, myth's b***h indeed!! brilliant poem to wake up to - a trapped goddess, paraded, our human flaws - and then the stunning ending "dying to our own applause" - very nice!! and the rhyme is so clever too - soft and then strong - alternating away!! bravo! I also love the pic!

[Siddhartha]

the monologue, the soliloquy, the conversation...all accoutered in fantastique imagery...the scorn and hubris of the beauty which knows its due...terrifying yet wonderful...

[Jibey]

The images of the golden calf, the shaking staff, the Babylonish w***e, the worshipping acolytes... It all whirls around my confused brain and disturbs me somehow as the incense captures my senses and blurs my vision...