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Description Sweet Hekate
She is pacing,her hands wringing
Smiling almost into a frown
Her hair begins the night,virgin moonlight speared red by stars
That died
A long time
Ago
She is waiting
At each crossroad
With arched brow and pause,her long finger demanding”hush;hush”
And I smell poppies boiling pungent
Sleepy.sleepy.
Like me.like me.
She is guardian,lips sewn shut secrets
Half closed mooneyes lick my sweat
She says that my screams have been her
Lullaby songs

“finally you heard me”;
“didn’t you daughter”whisper whisper
She is mother  as,I pause
and cock my head,a curious bird

Crone Hekate crooks arthritic twisted treebranch fingers
And I ,now I follow
The crossroads collapse all into one
If I die here will I still live
Where I might have not  have
Crossed so far?

Sweet Hekate
Her blackwing raven
Calls my name across
The cataract sky
I fall on bloodied knees
She wipes the torn skin
Brings pale fingers  wet with red to her soft snarl
She will eat me up
Yet I don’t mind i hear the songs
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