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awakening, dark goddess, erishkagal, isis, lilith, persephone, poem, poetry, reclaiming, remembering
Just keep taking things from me that I refuse to take from myself – meaning – strip away all that does not serve.
I am a mind that cannot be trusted. Yours is a judgement which is undeniable. Death is unavoidable.
You come and you cut, you see what I won’t. Yours is the face of the Dark Goddess.
The face that I serve, the face that sees me better than I see myself. The face of Her, the unseeable She.
The fact that I can imagine her face means she lives inside of me and due to that fact if I just let it stream I come to believe that I am her and she is me.