𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒. 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐊. the sunlight bleeds through her cupped hand, stains her already rose’d cheeks another shade of red –––– this, she says aloud, syllables curved around her tongue like another prayer, like an offering –-– sweetened and swallowed –-– is ( akin - to ) paradise. her head feels heavy on her shoulders, the troubles of 𝒀𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹 catching up with her, & tying a chain around her ankle. ( her girlhood turned into godhood, she seeks for a 𝖗𝖊𝖋𝖚𝖌𝖊 in HIM. ) metropolis, almost dusk, the apricot - sunset split open at its’ seams, the rays spreading over skyscraper - to - skyscraper, & diana almost 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔰 what the solid - ground feels like. *
* godhood falls onto her shoulders & smells like rainfall, like old copper & burnt blood, like regrets & self - blame laced with cocaine pipe - dreams. 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒚, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕, and yet, and yet, and yet –––––––
❛❛ i think . . . no –-– i know i want to join that TEAM. [ a pause, then a sigh, fresh air brought into lungs, & expelled ] i want to do GOOD somewhere, everywhere. i’ve been thinking about it, ( same way i’ve thought about you, & darkseid, & everything else ) & i think . . . i think it’s time. ❞
silence embeds itself in the roof of her mouth, –--–– vowels tuck themselves underneath her tongue, & she braces herself for a response : fingers clench until the nail presses into the flesh, & then, after a beat –-–– to tear her from her thoughts –--– he speaks, this GOD / MAN draped in wonder, & go(o)dness : ❛ 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 . . . 𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰’𝒎 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅. ❜ & she nods, a puff of air to leave her lips, & her arms reach to wrap ‘round his neck, & pull him to an embrace ; ❛❛ are you really ? do you think i’ll do well ? ❞
