At Wrest

daughter of thunder · At Wrest

Certainty is the weight on your chest

Even at wrest, cannot catch your breath

The absolute bottom of the barrel 

Bad Guy to end all bad guys

But why does he have your same left thigh birthmark?

Or why does her sharp wit

Cut glass in the same backward blade as yours?

The mirror knows what the reflection refuses to see.

The Pharisee, a champion against time and mercy

The father feeding his family from the table of demons,

The most well-fed woman in the world 

Who convinced her husband of their hunger:

Is not God, Himself, their Villain? 

Imagine that is the truth you have chosen to believe.

James 1:23-25

Culture Culture

daughter of thunder · Culture Culture

All it takes is a sample of society

slicked smooth sliver of it really

to understand

science is not salvation.

The petri dish swarming in spilt blood

Cannot cure itself of the

lust for more blood.

Even as the skin or the very spine of

the river ran dry,

Still the physicist tries to

heal immorality.

Hands

Clasped

Desperately

at the beaker in prayer,

Cut glass poking through the flesh

of their 

very last hope.

about: from an anthropological standpoint, people will cling to their culture (whether born from semen or science) even if it's killing them.