polly, pretty polly, would you take me unkind? let me sit beside you and tell you my mind, well, my mind is to marry and never to part, my mind is to marry and never to part, the first time I saw you, it wounded my heart.
my aunt lives in this province which people say is like inhabited with voodoists and witches and paranormal creatures. so one night she was walking with some friends to her mother-in-law’s home. and she heard a strange chirping sound that sounded idk unbirdy and deep. and then some giant batlike creature zoomed right above her and disappeared. she got so pissed and then she was like ‘YOU SCREWED UP PISSHEAD COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT ME YOU DISEASED NIPPLE’ so then it actually flew right back to her but then it didn’t come back for a third time and they all just stood there frozen for a second but my aunt was like ‘hell yeah biach’ and so my goal in life is to be fearless like her
From birth, shadowed Nephthys has been one half of a whole. Isis is more than a sister, more than blood. Isis is life, the womb that brings forth the Pharoah, and Nephthys is the barren spreading desert. The darker sister doesn’t think anything of this: death is her realm. Time moves on, and Nephthys becomes an afterthought, the forgotten one. Twin to beloved Isis, sister to undead Osiris, wife to chaotic Set. No titles, no stories, just Nephthys. She supports, she betrays, she laments; she plays each part the tale asks of her. Centuries pass and pyramids rise. Centuries pass and royal families fall. Centuries pass and Kemet is fought over, a scrap between wild dogs, and no longer can she remember if they once all stood as equals.
Moonlit and cold, Nephthys is the kite that soars on night thermals, its mournful cry piercing the darkness.