Hag
My body hangs heavy
My limbs thick with fat
And sag.
Sagging
And bloated
My skins elasticity
Snapped
My breasts supported
Only by rounds
Of flab.
Flabby
And overloaded
With strong arms
Swimming lap
After lap.
Pulling
my misshapen self
Through the waters
I do not sink
I am a Hag Afloat.
Hovering Hectate
swoops to take the mouse
From the earth’s floor
At nightfall.
As Hag creeps
Knees bent
And shallow slung
Collecting ammunition
Picking pinecones
And teasels
Pricking her fingers
Bound blue
Indigo shoots
Through her veins
Hag tattooed
Her skin the forest inflight
Wings wide the gliding swallow
And the owl
A hovering
Hectate, her familiar.
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