Our Sworn Sisterhood (Poetry)

The silver shell moon
is home to a woman
in madness she threads
swarms of pearls through the skies
all slaves to the goddess
of hopeless romancing
the crab in me answers
with dreams of my own

She signs like a sister
we draw our blood circle
I groan as the spacewinds
whip pain from my heart
that torture rules everything
from time’s beginning
she metes out strict punishment
makes the loss count

Half-wrecked on the wheel
of my suffering gender
I curl in position
let dark waters flow
it’s a ritual test of
my female endurance
my cool queen of tides
deems it has to be so