Judgement
A Poem
Judgement by Stephanie M. Wytovich I walked through the Underworld buried treasures beneath my tongue, the black waters of memory a shallow grave— I bathe in my shadow, split the chariot in half. Can you slit my throat to hear the dirge of spirit? Awaken the wheel, this sacred quiet, stillness— I stew in the act of now, pull swords from my eyes. Death is a siren bubbling in my veins, each tooth ripped out, the bloodied mouth of closed gates crying— my womb is barren but the monster still breathes.
