sun lore & flux

sun lore

i dreamt the sun was dripping / blood / colors of the moon inverted / / i dreamt it was a
lore / of time like oubliette / souls violées(ated) volées then vanished / forever stranded in
between / / it dripped each summer / then downpoured until solstice / until it beamed
again / and never stopped / until again / / i dreamt it was so real / so real i searched for
truth / like fiction / i dreamt it like a fact / / there is some lesson here / some/thing i
cannot wake / again / /

flux

my womb is brewing
it will be spewing
out eggs mal//un=formed
full of blood=lust//rage
i ready for my catharsis
& leave my sanguine
everywhere for you
to witness my changing
shape shifting into
some((one))thing grander
than what you think you
see in me i hope you quiver
you should quiver


Nadia Gerassimenko is the founding editor of Moonchild Magazine and proofreader at Red Raven Book Design. She is a freelancer in editorial services by trade, a poet and writer by choice, a moonchild and nightdreamer by spirit. Twitter: @moonmoonmother