bourgeoning muliebrity
Èṣù,
I remember you incited my triskaidekaphobia
after striking me as I stood, dead
center, in a vacillating road
On the eve of my thirteenth birthday.
As a barn owl tailed the eventide to evade
silentious shadows skulking in newly smothered daylight,
Acrid shrieks dis/severed
every bit of tautness in the timorous air
and drove my bloodshot, embittered eyes
to continue Searching for you
while clinging, ferociously,
to the quavering wet blanket
of my Innocence
Though I seemed swallowed by a volatile phantasy,
I remember watching your Khaotic spirit descend
and feeling my vibrissae recoil
from the Redolence of divine Devilry and Blasphemy
captured in malefic Storms of Crimson
God of my mortal Metamorphose,
Once the ground had transfigured to an uneven promontory
aside the vacuous Sea of Adulthood,
you wrought your incurable “gift”
and punctured my raw and girlish vessel
until the structure of my endo- and exo- teric synthesis
was immutably reconstructed
And I, Rebirthed,
as Woman