Dear Dark Mother, Kali Ma, Eater of Souls,
I know that all life is a manifestation of the Goddess and that the Eaters must, in turn be Eaten, and that it is this very process of consumption and decay that is Sacred. And, yet, I wanted to tell you today that I fucking hate my fucking little Sisters, the fucking mosquitos, and if I find the fucking one who lives in my car and chews up my ankles and calves while I'm driving and can't do shit about it -- when I find her, I am going to kill her and you can just add it to my karma tab and we'll work it out later.
Love, your daughter,
Hecate, Runnymead Conspirator
2 comments:
I'll offer my intercession with the next plane of existence if my passing goes sooner.
as someone who has stayed up into the small hours chasing a single blood-engorged mosquito around the walls of a brightly lit bedroom, i heartily sympathize with your post.
it never occurred to me to pray to the Dark Mother for surcease or forgiveness however. i'm going to have to remember that one next time.
although they've been leaving me alone lately - maybe it's the antidepressants.
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