Hekate Calling
Too many crows to count in Her eyes,
As you try-fail-try-fail to hold eye contact.
Here at the crossroads caught in a midnight stare-down,
Who blinks first?
Not Her,
You requested Her presence.
So, into the liminal space, she came,
Picked up the coins dropped heavily on the street.
All breath ceases.
Silence of dark matter descends.
Ambulance sirens fade into the background.
Traffic noises muffle.
Marquee lights dim.
The dogs at her feet lie down silent,
Stare at you like Anubis,
Like Xolotl.
Only the sound of your oceanic blood rushes in your shell-shaped -
Shell shocked?
Ears.
Thumping in time with your primal heartbeat.
She shifts, and embers fly from her skin.
Immature sparks imitate streetlights,
Firefly flickers drop and smolder.
“You're wasting my time.”
Echoes of eons infuse an energetic vibrato into her voice.
The crows in her eyes startle at the sound and wings flap anxiously.
“Choose.”
Your stomach swirls.
The world reverses on its axis.
Falling to one knee,
You still have time to change your mind.
She leans over and grabs your chin,
Lifts your face up,
Fire sears your skin,
The stink of decisions delayed.
Bellowing a bone-rattling sound -
A train barreling down ancient rails -
A tornado uprooting trees -
An iceberg calving into the Sea -
One word emerges -
“Choose!”
There is too much time,
Not enough time,
No time at all.
Your time is up…
“Choose.”
© Laura Michelle Wolff 2024
Image by Laura Michelle Wolff + Midjourney
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