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I saw
glowing, flickering
candles
an altar
on which I was a sacrifice.

The scent of sage filled me with
familiarity
and calm.

I saw the soft black cape, stark black lips,
calm, careful presence.
I felt safe.

I felt marks of fire, initiating me into
the unknown

I could taste my fear, as dryness in my throat and
the relief of gasping for briefly denied breath.

I heard, as if far in the distance,
soft, ancient music
drawing me in,
like the lure of the Pied Piper
away from this ego

I followed, helpless.
I caught fire, and hollowed out
an empty vessel for the goddess.

The colour is deep green, like a dark forest,
this dark space where we play.

I see my own elusive beauty reflected in someone else’s eyes.