There is something to be said for ritual. One of my friends has a statue of Kali on his kitchen altar, and the other day he asked me if I wanted to make an offering. In a bout of drunken desperation to stop feeling so depressed, I said sure. He instructed me to put some honey in one bowl, some tea in another, and some wine in a small glass. I do it every time I'm over there now. It makes me feel a little better.

I made this with my fridge word magnents. I'm quite proud of it. Kali has always fascinated me.

My thousand tongued goddess gowned in summers blood rain and knife bloom pink to rip away these petals

it is winter in the garden

love’s shine rusts beneath your sordid storm of lust Her languid ruby gaze will cast your existence back to void


  • Luna Kay
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