armistice

Writhing from a shell-
She’s spit!
naked and afraid, dumb and blank- 
already the air is just too cold. 
Fate- 
or here,
spitting sucking snakes whose
coiling gestures, 
“She be here” ?

Is it in these moments 
we are infantilized by the great black mouth-
Her hornets nest, 
brutish in the eye
a wail to recompense 
Life, the First Offender? 

Is it in this moment 
her red meat is made to bite the arrowhead?
Is it in this moment
she was made Janus and given 
two irreconcilable heads?
Is this the first and last moment, she’d ever think,
“I would be better off dead?"
Or this,
the day that Artemis was made to wed?
or Is it this cataclysm- 
the sea’s rough and tender edge 
that's given her
cause 
and 
shell to shed?

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