Goddess

Sometimes I wake as a goddess

Commanding storms with fistfuls of thunderbolts 

Sometimes a wild child 

Climbing trees to the stars 

Tethering galaxies to earthen dominions 

Some days my hair is pure sunshine 

My slick skin salted by ocean waves

Some nights I lurk in dark voids

Pupils shining large with lust 

A siren voraciously desired 

Red-lipped temptress writhing

Lasciviously yearning for admiration

Sometimes I travel inwards 

Spinning within orbs of anguish

Swallow raw chunks of emotion 

Choking on my own putrid trauma 

Belly stretched, aching with regret 

But still I continue to wake and rise 

Stamp ashes beneath burnt feet 

Preen pearlescent plumage

Mount the sky