The Wise Woman, I: Poetry

"I'm drowning," 
she said,
choking on tears


The wise woman
chuckled.
"And where do
you think you're
swimming to?"


"To the heart."


Laughter died.

"My child,"
she said gently.
"Don't you know
your heart's
been broken for
years?"
~
The illness
set into her
spirit

Her hair
abandoned
a sinking ship
and fell


She faced
the mirror as 
a ghost,
only slightly
more alive
~
"But what
do you do
for a broken
heart?"
she asked


Hecate looked
over the
fire she stoked,
contemplative


"Let the pain
kill you."


"How is that
a solution?"

She smiled.
"Because
we never die."

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