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

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CARD DRAWN:

QUEEN OF WANDS

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.

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