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With the crisp air and the wind befalling through the leaves of the midnight
I see her there
dancing in a feverant way
through the light and sparks
through the magic of the night
the moon envelopes her
she becomes one with the Goddess
her hair shimmers and her soul beams
anyone can see it
her aura reaches the sky
as big and full as any I've ever seen
and then, its gone
she leaves, and goes back into the sky
into the moon
where her home is
waiting to be beckoned again
to have the next magickal dance on earth again
she waits for the next full moon
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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