Staring into her manipulative eyes
is as if to climb into my own hearse
For I have surrendered myself
and become victim to her curse

Wanderer. Gypsy. Warrior.
A coalition of stardust children
On a hunt for home
I've laid out my welcome mat before
Lit the candles
Not for long
Whispering, the wind picks up
Moving across the tundra
To howl through my iced cavities
My edges are sandy shores
Muspelheim soaked with sea salt love letters
Loki resides on the interior
Playing tricks
Searching for a völva who will guide his way
Perhaps I am she
Who shall never rest
Until I reach Valhalla

Who is she? I do not know.
Inhuman. She tangles my mind like no other.
One look, she glances over your soul  
With her pale hues and feline eyes,
I  have been baffled with her tight grasp.

Celestial. Confusing. Crafty. Cold.
That she is,
She has casted a spell on me,
That can only be broken by her.
Who is she?

Puzzled. I have been,
A witch? Could it be?
Her voice is melodiously venomous,
I have been mesmerized,
She has clung to my soul.

A distinguished walk,
The childlike enthusiasm,
An enigmatic character,
Her signals are vague,
She is full of anonymity.

Marked with beauty, a mask hides her personality
The possessor of the key to my heart,
She is a mystery.

When I break out a laugh and fake a smile,
I know deep inside I haven’t felt happy in a while.
But as I look across the room and notice your luminous eyes,
I knew right then it was time to try on honesty for a size,
And show you my hopes and fears.
For it’s my insecurities I hold onto so dearly.

With no one waiting on me,
There was no one to laugh and notice beautifully,
The perfections and flaws that make you who you are.
If you tried to blend in it wouldn’t be hard,
To find you among the others because you so uniquely stand out.

With every perfect piece you create love’s puzzle,
And make me feel honored and so very humbled,
To know you and yearn to know more.

As I looked across the room barely holding my head high,
I couldn’t even manage to hold in the tears from my face-drenched cry.
I couldn’t accept the thought there were people like me,
Who were always blinded by their lies and unable to see,
Their beauty and perfections that shine through the darkness.

Navy blue tip of the brushstroke cleansed my eyelids of a black miscelleny
Of eyeliner, mascara and heavy black pain hidden behind.
Whatever in the world it takes to be a woman
Standing upon a pair of daggers dipping in your feet, your pretty feet
And producing a rose red, sun bright smile to all who wish for your downfall.
I realised it was night, long hours of pretence for sleep.
****** burden Recalling my woes, buried in my head, in my throat, to life. Now sore and deep!
There is more than sufficient oxygen in the air, yet I can't breathe.
I'm tracking every star that might fortell a happy fate.
Whereas it fades and leaves me to my own certain doom.
Whatever in the world it takes to be a woman.
To wipe away your own tears at night.
And fall back to sleep.

so is that why
i reach this pit
of sorrow
pitch black

do my body grieve

not this time again
let go of life
one more time

and so my body will
bleed
with sorrow
for what could have been

one deep sigh
before letting go

is this what i feel
every month
before my period

that might
put some sense
to this
heavy, meaningless
darkness