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Today Isn’t Unlucky, and Neither Am I

Ink,

irreversible,

rewriting the world,

then living inside of my letters.

At dawn,

I whisper sweetness to the universe,

paths of gold stick to my shoes,

my soul ascending,

while my body is tethered to the ground.

Repeating requests,

watching them unravel,

then wrap around me,

until I am complete.

I watch the universe fall in love with me,

gently rebuilding me,

rewarded for waiting,

for hurting.

I kiss my own reflection every morning,

shyly at first,

but forever more passionate,

because I am the favoured daughter of the Fortuna,

no longer in disgrace,

no longer longing for men’s eyes,

all alone,

but never truly forsaken.

Morning magic,

I lounge on clouds,

drawing the desires of my heart to her,

so she can be satisfied.

I don’t sink anymore,

I just wait,

wading.