Does this card inspire a story in you? If it does, I want to hear it!
I only asked for one card,
but the deck spit two at me instead.
Still stuck together
yet aware of the pair,
I peeled them apart and
turned them over in the air -
King of Pentacles, Queen of Swords.
Seems to be a love reading, I’m sure.
Ok Spirit, I’m listening.
Tell me more about this King.
Is it anyone I’ve known before?
Judgment came out.
Fuck– that’s Chris’s card.
It appeared constantly after we met, illuminating discontent
from the way we see
to the things we said;
misguided identities
and mistaken intents.
With disguises as shields,
masks to armor the heart,
our only agreement was in our apart
and refusal to view
each other clearly.
I haven’t drawn this one
in several months, nearly.
He’s not coming back is he?
5 of Cups, 5 of Wands, 3 of Wands ..
Grief, stress, and an unfolding journey..
but to where?
Into the corners of his psyche,
the depths of his despair?
Now onto me, the scorn winter Queen. Wielding the sword of truth
in the waistband of her jeans.
Isolation over inauthenticity,
death over deceit.
10 of Cups, 10 of Swords,
the High Priestess lying beneath.
Fulfillment, intuition, demise by way of belief
It’s over now–
just embrace the peace
that solitude brings.
Gorgeous! Some favorite lines:
“The deck spit two at me instead.”
“Misguided identities, mistaken intents”
“Isolation over inauthenticity”
So powerful, thank you for sharing!
I only asked for one card,
but the deck spit two at me instead.
Still stuck together
yet aware of the pair,
I peeled them apart and
turned them over in the air -
King of Pentacles, Queen of Swords.
Seems to be a love reading, I’m sure.
Ok Spirit, I’m listening.
Tell me more about this King.
Is it anyone I’ve known before?
Judgment came out.
Fuck– that’s Chris’s card.
It appeared constantly after we met, illuminating discontent
from the way we see
to the things we said;
misguided identities
and mistaken intents.
With disguises as shields,
masks to armor the heart,
our only agreement was in our apart
and refusal to view
each other clearly.
I haven’t drawn this one
in several months, nearly.
He’s not coming back is he?
5 of Cups, 5 of Wands, 3 of Wands ..
Grief, stress, and an unfolding journey..
but to where?
Into the corners of his psyche,
the depths of his despair?
Now onto me, the scorn winter Queen. Wielding the sword of truth
in the waistband of her jeans.
Isolation over inauthenticity,
death over deceit.
10 of Cups, 10 of Swords,
the High Priestess lying beneath.
Fulfillment, intuition, demise by way of belief
It’s over now–
just embrace the peace
that solitude brings.
Gorgeous! Some favorite lines:
“The deck spit two at me instead.”
“Misguided identities, mistaken intents”
“Isolation over inauthenticity”
So powerful, thank you for sharing!