A curtain of hair swallows the seafoam of the ocean

Dashed with white froth from rocky coast collision

ascending in physical manifestations of sun streaks

Summer solstice wreathes gold upon her head.

Pomegranate seed syrup stains the blush of her cheek.

A vision of fury

The daughter of hades.

She doesn’t tell people her dreams.

I was born from the sea with a fire in me.

Jupiter and mars in flames,

I disappear into orbit.

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Janice is a queer writer passionate about poetry and theatre. They can be found hogging the beanbags at her local bookstore, or pirating musicals in the comfort of their room.