The water of Scorpio


Sun, Saturn, Mercury, Moon,

line up in Scorpio like little soldiers,

pointing their rifles at me

in my death and rebirth.

It feels too much like swimming,

where I thought death would be a fall,

a shatter.

And the water of Scorpio suddenly makes sense.

It pulls you in like a flood,

kills you like drowning,

and rebirths you like a womb.

Death means everything

as the universe sparks anew.

Jupiter squares Saturn,

expanding through Leo,

and it makes it that much harder to die.

But the waters swell and smother;

the womb of the earth surrounds me

before she dilates,

and it’s always something better on the other side.


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