Weapons of Mass Destruction
You may have picked me up from the gutter
Below and dressed me in garlands of gold
But to think it strange, you and your manor
In lacking need of its mistress to run.
You thought I was naked when I was
Unrobed. You saw my scars and saw
My flesh. And dangled a yarn in front
Thinking I was a motherfucking cat.
The pale flesh you suck on night after
Night is a chessboad of vines. Sacrifices
Have been made but the game never ends –
Its weakness will be its cannon roaring.
And may your god help you when it does
You’ll never see it coming, how I’ll attack
Not with fangs but with hearts and tears
And breast; And never stop hitting until you bleed
THIS IS THE TAROT CHALLENGE, a 78-day writing challenge where everyday I pick out a random card from my tarot deck and write something about, against, inspired by, based on the card by the day’s end. The works can range from poetry to fiction to drama. When the card is from the major arcana, the title of the work should be the card name. When the card is from the minor arcana, the title can be different but the card drawn should be revealed at the end.