Tag: Woman

Goddess We Worship

With my nose pressed against the frosted glass of the window,I see the Goddessin her shrinehear chants of worship in some obsolete language. With a cold tap on my shouldershe invites me in.Then I see herskin chipped,black eyed, nose squashedmutilated,corroded andrained on.

Jeremiads of a Pmsaurus

Hey Uterus, This is not fair The way you hitch yourself to my emotions. I am not being ungrateful, you know. But you become the portal to my emotional centre.  We should feel powerful, you and me Being the vessel that contains “Shakti”, Instead you send me to […]