maybe i should bury the hatchet,
but i rather bury you;
so you cannot hurt anyone else
with all your longing and your need
because you are never satisfied—
you were given a dream,
and you decided you wanted a
nightmare instead;
tried to give you my light but you wanted to
shatter it and buried me alive—
you don’t know how hard it was to 
dig through all the soil holding me down,
but i came through the ground like
a zombie hungry for brains;
my rage a blazing inferno that scared
even the sun—
morning glories withered away,
but moon flowers adorned my hair;
the daughter of heaven adopted by the
mother of darkness: hecate
who taught me my magic and my voice
once more—
you thought i was someone you could defeat,
i am an immortal daughter of the moon.
-linda m. crate 

About the Author

Linda M. Crate’s works have been published in numerous magazines and anthologies both online and in print. She is the author of six poetry chapbooks, the latest of which is: More Than Bone Music (Clare Songbirds Publishing House, March 2019). She’s also the author of the novel Phoenix Tears (Czykmate Books, June 2018) and two micro-poetry collections. Recently she has published two full-length poetry collections Vampire Daughter (Dark Gatekeeper Gaming, February 2020) and The Sweetest Blood (Cyberwit, February 2020).

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