GRIEF Poem: HOROSCOPE, by Calliope Paige

LEO SUN: a poppy seed lays in soil for fifty years, unbothered, and continues to grow, just like how I don’t need sunshine and water to validate me, but it helps, except I am the sun, I am the water, I will do what I need to do for survival, loyal to my family, loyal to myself, owning my roots, and this town, kudzu grows four feet every night under the moon, you won’t notice the ivy, but it will notice you, fires ablaze, lavender haze, heat remembers the space that was burned, I will always remember my mother coming to me with her problems, and now I don’t talk to her, forest fire, burnt out gifted child, ashes to phoenix, I will arise, not because you asked nice, but because I am incandescent, chandelier daughter, garden lion, Babylon lover, prideful forgiver,

AQUARIUS MOON: opals are rain made into solid, gemstone heart, fool’s gold brain, my chronic pain is the worst roommate, always hurting for others, always hurting for myself, tattoos and tarot, individualistic sorrow, water bringer, nighttime crier, waiting for tears to be worth something more, sapphire, tanzanite, aquamarine, suppressing your emotions leads to loss of memory, my childhood an opal necklace stolen by my mother, I hate you for making me caretaker, do not take credit for my accomplishments, or my brother, these feelings aren’t treasure incarnate, floodgates waiting to be opened, water sign mistaken, the fire inside grows with the wind, blow that funeral home down,

SCORPIO RISING: my ghosts are always in the wrong place, thought I left them buried, everything secret, everything a pinky promise, oath taker to my mistakes, call me mystery villain, psychic victim, these visions of ruin haunt my daydreams, my cat nuzzles me for attention, her whisker falls off, this is supposed to be good luck, four leaf clover, growing under a ladder, a rabbit’s foot broke a mirror, seven more years, shipwrecked, thirteen death threats, fourteen to twenty-three, disorder made concrete, cracked in the middle, realizing all my skinny idols weren’t real, photoshopped bones, sticks and stones, I dream of snakes and falling teeth, now I like my stretch marks, lightning bolt beauty, and the beast, but they both live inside of me.

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