Matka
The great blonde mother with the three braids jumps on her sled and the snowstorm engulfs her figure.
Next summer, a carpet of purple flowers will cover the tundra to bite her feet.
Ice Wine
Your wine is wine of serpents, wine of prunes, wine of violets. Indigo blooms of blood around your knees.
Waterwheel
Yes, she has been bitten and now she has metallic scales all over her neck. They are crimson, pale blue, and last night they looked yellow.
Teaberries
Queen breasts made of porcelain, perfectly arranged in lines, filled with whipped cream, adorned with smooth spinel buttons.
Iridia/ Ritual Scarring
Integuments, prickles, peaks and crags. A map of the dry forest.
And she has covered every mark with scintillating ashes.
Casperine
She leaves a sticky, pearly trail as she walks through the grasslands, almost floating like an earthstar.
Her feet are small and blue, every toe a satiny wing.
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Photo: Montevideo.
