The Blood & The Bones

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I was their Medusa, your Athena and his Persephone.

Always someone’s myth to swirl in their mouths and alter the retelling…

Confusing me as only capable of a sole existence.. No layers or complexity, no duality.

Their eyes half closed to the whole of me and ever only capable of capturing one side of anything.

But I was entirely all of these..

A victim, a warrior, a lover

Bathed, nourished and bought by bloodshed…
In one way or another.

A goddess of all.

And they may attempt to deny me. Rewriting my story attuned to the ability of their limited understanding.

Not knowing how I refuse to be misunderstood..
mislabeled..
unseen.

I will be felt in all my universal multidimensional complexity.

Seen and endured entirely. It is a matter of all or nothing.

I have earned this right.

And they will not forsake me.

the blood
& the bones