My Daughter: Erotica Goddess by Emma Paris I imagine this season as a dream of becoming apple and harrow. Leaving a skin shed in the bathtub instead of tears, leaving the robe over the door and drying like a leaf in the ragged wind. On this night the moon is a full bowl of broth over the empty socket of my body, on this night I charge like an ancient mare through this vision of October and wake up on the other side. Veil tickling my eyes, I sway through the in-between my body has always straddled like a woman in heat. Waking up in the planet's rotation and continuing to prosper in the breathy, fluid hallowing of the goddess. Homage to the broken tongue we speak in like gulls. I call a prayer up to god and instead the mystical, shadowy goddess swells up in the hollow of my collar and the dips of my pelvis, the stretch of skin across my lower back and speaks to me through my daughter. Darling, the dahlia doesn’t bloom all year round, this elegant dysphoria owns me lovesick and I have no cure other than complying. I stand among her fallen antlers, burying these feelings like a body.
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My name is Emma Paris, I am a 16-year-old, queer poet living in Putney, Vermont. I have been writing poetry intensively for over 5 years, some of my most recent publications and accomplishments include: receiving 5 Silver Keys and 7 Gold Keys, including an American Voices Nomination from Scholastic Art and Writing Awards 2023; poetry published in Chautauqua “Close Encounters” 2023; attending the Governors Institute of the Arts 2022 in Castleton Vermont; attending the Next Galaxy Poetry Retreat with Bianca Stone and Arisa White in 2021.