Quills and Capes

Beautiful Sintra, Portugal.

Aries: The sound of grinding metal in the distant night. The strain of something trying trying trying to resist its own fate. What is left of it will become home to hermit crabs.

Taurus: The thing burning on re-entry. The white-hot streaks of matter that crumble and melt to dust. The sting of the one that grazed your cheek. The hairline scar you still bear.

Gemini: The knowledge you may die parched and hungry. The acid boiling in your gut. The venom dripping from between your teeth. You have been starved for far too long. 

Cancer: You’ve come across something you should not have interrupted. Run. Run now. Go, or the very earth will swallow you whole.

Leo: Take it. Its yours. You won this. Too many voices telling you yes yes yes. Only the coldest and loneliest part of yourself resists. The part of you that will wait.

Virgo: What’s done is done. These earthen spirits have found new form. They cling to the sparks they still have. Waiting.

Libra: You held something in your hand that made you so wistful, so desirous of something you already possessed. It made you want to write, to make art. Maybe it just brought out the best in you. It sure brought out something.

Scorpio: You will succeed where your sisters failed. Fight through the burns, through the lost and forgotten. You have already sacrificed so much.

Ophiuchus: The garter snakes that wind about your garden tell you much. You don’t realize it at the moment, but just watch as everything blooms. Everything.

Sagittarius: A claim is only as good as a claim. Talk is cheap, the time will come to dance.

Capricorn: If only you could hear the wind at night. The way it rings the girders and concrete of the world. Vast tuning forks droning their subsonic opera to the night. If only you could hear. 

Aquarius: All this color and noise. So many strangers milling about. It would be hard to notice a stranger to all walking among them. Something that never enters and never exits.