inked goddess

stars pool in the puddles left at her feet
as she walks, and skips, and runs through the world’s broken streets

and the sky laughs in clouds
as she runs her gentle hands through slippery blades of grass, maps the cracks in aging trees

this goddess of kindness and sweet smiles
makes the flowers and trees strain after her fingertips 
even when she has moved on to the next and the next

she walks and she runs 
down abandoned country lanes
in that fine balance between the world sleeping and awakening 

down abandoned beaches 
where the sand kisses the grey ocean kisses the grey sky 
where the world stops and holds its breath 
as her luminescent footsteps press their mark into its skin
i am here

and the sky laughs in breezes
ruffling the pages of her books, trying to get more than a bright muffled laugh
and the sun shines in doses 
trying to emulate the warmth she wears like a cloak 

and the moon, she smiles
as the girl laughs, and lives, and breaks, and grows 

and the world
it holds its breath
as this goddess walks though its broken streets and reminds it of humanity


the goddess of warmth wears a crown of stars | s.a.s. | wild goddesses #2

I’m late but a little piece for @eunoiaschaos for her birthday–never stop shining bb <333

I am Persephone
With a sharp tongue and fiery wit
A daughter above, but a Queen in the pit
I am Medusa
A victim - disrespectful at best
My punishment making my rage manifest
I am Artemis
Invincible to man’s deceitful tune
But as powerful as the pull of the moon
I am Aphrodite
Direction of my affection misunderstood
Suddenly all that matters is my womanhood
I am Helen
Beauty as radiant as the sun
But I am not a prize to be won.
I am Hera
Undeniably loving and fiercely loyal
But I am not a vengeful royal
I am Pandora
Trusting quickly, like a songbird
But I am not tricked by man’s charming word
I am Cassandra
Beauty that will leave you breathless
But I am nothing close to helpless
—  “I am a Goddess” - Maggie McCloskey
girl rises from the starry sea
the bitterness of black holes lingers on her lips
she hears the song of the cosmos
faintly at first, and then louder
her eyes are lit up one by one
with the gentle glow of the moons
and all things that are and were and will be
begin with the gentle inhale of her breath

beginning of a goddess

by mica