Oracles used to be blind.
Overcome with knowledge,
The transactional nature
Which blackens their blood.
Infernal mark
Of the inhumane.
Pain
Behind eyelids,
Vessels straining to work,
Fluid seeping viscera
In the carried wounds
Of so many soon to die.
Essence of coming truth,
Hints in the crust of the past scraped off skin,
So tender with every pass of the knife against
Grown and fertilized
With pig’s blood
Oxidized and fresh
For breakfast, where we sit as a family
And pass around one shared eye,
Same tooth
Same slash of gore over
The eyes.
Axe bearing fruit,
Flesh of the second wife
Stretched for charcuterie,
Stricken
Knowing it’d be her head in the plaza first.
Meat soft with intelligence,
The acid in the eyes was resplendent.
Milena Bee is a poet and mythologist based in Los Angeles. In addition to having work featured in publications such as Beestung, Sad Girl Review, and Giallo, they're also the co-eic of All Guts No Glory. They're blind in one eye.