I am all things to everyone and nothing to myself

I once rode a train down a long

tunnel.   The black coalescing outside

my window into a solid reflection that

leaked in through the seals and ran down

the walls searching for answers

 

In darker moments I worry the

world has caught on.  Someday

the gods will rise and I will get

pieced back together by my Isis—

flesh sewn with the shards

of the darkness, skin powdered

with the desert sands, eyes

carved out and replaced by

amethysts.

 

Eventually they will erect the

recreation as a shrine to

emptiness and I will wonder

if this was how Kalī felt when

they poured gold into her soul.

Reviews

[Richard McLin]

This was an emotional piece, and I think you wrote it very well. I stayed very interested and your word flow was on the money. Very good piece.

Richard.

[dark and twisty]

ooh, beautiful. It touched me, moved me. Everything, every single word resonated with the emptiness within.

Just one question - who's Kalī ? Are you referring to Hindu goddess? Just curious, that's all.