Smoking mirror of ire
Dire equation maiden
Prognosticator of uncertainty
What foreknowledge have you for me
Fresh coffee, clean linen, and gentle woodfire
Or flesh peeling from the heat of pyre
Not fire but hot oil rain
An acute, strangely
Victorian brown down.
Flaming Oil and Burning Woods,
Full of after-henceforth mood
Rising sun, running mars
Bring your rubber, underwire
Umbrella and let the oil run down
the sides and burn circles
Post-apocalypse from 1896
Street strewn with ruins of carriage cars
What face the trembling muse shall show now?
The Maenad (She/Hers) Transgender Goddess, an activist, artist, poet, publisher, sex worker, and author of creative non-fiction, erotica, fantasy, and science fiction.
Her work has appeared @corporealitmag @engendered @gutslutpress @fahmidanjournal @redplanetmag @wickedgayways @365tomorrows, within the Gongfarmer’s Almanac and on Madwomen in the Attic.
Her first chapbook, a work of trans erotic liberation, the Ishtar Cycle, is available from @lupercaliapress
Find her @dreaminggynoid on Twitter and @scarlet_maenadum on IG