Appealing to Aletheia during Mercury RX in Scorpio
This season has drained me, lacerated scars
so the wounds are fresh again. I cannot heal
fast enough; sleep is always escaping me.
I do not know how to reveal truth
without harming myself.
My candor singed my finger tips.
My honesty burst through my hands
like sea urchin spines, turning my palms
into cups of blood.
Goddess of truth—moon bathes.
She is stripped bare—refuses to hide in the shadows.
Her dark hair drips down her back, her grey eyes
remind me of galaxies. Her face is eternally serene.
She tilts my chin to meet her gaze:
Show me how to unspool my skin, without screaming;
Teach me how to hold embers on the tip of my tongue,
so I never swallow then combust from the inside.
Train me how to remain unhidden when all I want to do
is disappear.
Marisa is a poet, bruja, spirit companion, and contributing writer for Pussy Magic.
Growing up in the Southwest influenced her magickal practices, and she considers herself a kitchen witch. In her free time, she enjoys reading about the Fae Folk, scandals in Old Hollywood, and the spirits of the sea. She is obsessed with kitschy motels in the desert, mermaids, vampires, and pinups. In her twenties she attended UEA in England, and misses being able to sit in pubs, people watch, and write.
You can find her on Instagram, Tumblr, and Twitter @thesweetmaris.