#redi writes

[rediankhesi]

it’s odd, how easily such a skilled hand can pick a corpse from the rubble and breathe new life through the bandages.

[rediankhesi]

O Meretseger, You Lady on Your Mountain, why do You coil at me so? Fanning Your hair like scales with hisses of promises I cannot hear, Breath as dry as tomb dust, Surely there must be something You want? You are a sprig of brown at my feet, fluid as a river, poised to strike, Urging me to raise the rod against You. What kind of lesson is this, that I would wage war with a Goddess? The war is the lesson, You say, as Your fangs sink deep in my heel. Fight back, and learn - teeth becoming spear points. And it is when I nurse my wounds that You enter peacefully, quietly, A holy woman dressed as death.

[rediankhesi]

Come Ipy, Come Apy! Come Apet, Come Ipet! Breasts swaying in Your dance, Belly wobbling, Nostrils snorting, Come forth in Your unconventional beauty, She Who Shares in the Feast! Come forth with Your unconventional joy, Bearing Your teeth in laughter, Bearing Your claws in loving embrace, Stomping the earth in jubilee. Come Ipy, Come Apy! Come Apet, Come Ipet! You wondrously overbearing Goddess, And spill forth Your milk of love.