The Horned Women / by Mariko Brenner

Horns

I unfurl my butterfly wings

Swing my armored tail from side to side 

Maybe today I will grow horns

Maybe today I will rest my lions feet on the ground 

as I bite into your chest...

You are all tenderness and wild ravenous rage 

Wrapped up in monstrous self doubt

You respectfully disrespect me 

but I don't mind

I just lick the taste of gin and grapefruit from side of your face

Tell you without words

that I am precisely the mythical beast

you have been searching forever for

as I cradled your heart between my paws


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