I don't know how to express how that feels except to say that it's like love and longing mixed with betrayals that haven't occurred yet, but which you know are coming.
I wrote this poem based on a recent dream about love and heartbreak, and decided to use it to add another layer to the visual imagery.
HEX (A Sort of Werewolf)
We ended as everything ends eventually. 30 days later, I awoke scratching mad, animalist penchant. My skin began to itch once you were gone. There is no one else to accuse. I was so used to your pigment.
You put a hex on me…
You used to study Egyptology, Osiris and Isis, the Book of the Dead. You used to draw hieroglyphics on my bare shoulders, running fingers over scars, mapping my follicles. Now you’ve put a hex on me & I don’t feel human. The moon tides are running in my blood – a wolf is rising up inside of me, skeletal lines shivering under honed muscle.
This hex is doing some crazy things. My eyes glitter silver. I itch ribs, the length of arms, stomach, and curse your knowledge of alchemy. You used to turn lead into gold, and now you’re punishing me. I can’t get you off my skin.
My fingernails are destructive; I have weeping cuticles. I’d like to show you what you’ve done. Naked, would you recognize the taste of my skin, the altered texture? This is one bad break up. Night wears heavy upon me, white magnet & I could razor you in half. I am a sleepless metal shadow.
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