When do you decide to kill and what
stops you?
God.  I pause.
I am uncertain
of myself.

and what do you want to learn from all
of this? she waves her hands over
the fire.
I pause. I am uncertain of
myself.
but there are the men
and they are giant
but it is not just men
the things that I’m bound
by, namely vitriol,
a weakness, how they
pervaded throughout my
gelid days when I could
have been comfortable in gray
cocoon save these little birds
and having no
right to be there, I can’t decide
if it is better for me
to keep my hands pressed
firmly together or

will you teach me how to kill
my God?

or if it is better palms
open in subservience.

“Hecate”