Hecate

you cannot contain my magic; you cannot cage my mystery.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ 𝐂ㅤ𝐀ㅤ𝐑ㅤ 𝐌ㅤ𝕴ㅤ𝐋ㅤ𝐋ㅤ𝐀 𝕯𝔦𝔬𝔰𝔞 𝔪𝔬𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔞, 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔬𝔯𝔞 𝔡𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔰 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖘 𝖕𝖔𝖗 𝖑𝖆 𝖑𝖚𝖓𝖆 ㅤㅤ

“My wings are silent. Probably doesn’t really announce my presence.”

your hand on my back， slow tenderness to soothe me. how did you learn this?

“Death is a surprise to some, yes.”

Surprised to see you among the living.

but, oh, i am nothing if not insatiable.