Upon Encountering a Scorpio

​A mothers true daughter, an heiress

Of maternal flame, she flickers and devours-

Until the water, scortching earth to the

Border – she licks the coast, bubbles the

Ocean, cooking the soup of natures womb. 
Her breath, a hot alchemy charged with

Paternal tribe, she survives like a warrior

While mystifying the superior, maintaining the dance between warmth and death. With a spinal quiver she tickles in waves. 


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