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POETRY
Cassiopeia
vanity flitting from mirror to mirror
painted lips proclaiming
a countenance of splendor
a boastful tongue will swell
until it infests eyes, years, thoughts, fingertips
with the rough licks of pervasive
self-love
so she guzzled from Narcissus’ cup
and hollowed herself out
the pride of Africa
smugly enthroned
but brittle as a reed in winter
vainglory’s offspring shackled in place
hobbled in time,
dangling from her pretty little toes
This was one of the more gripping stories for me, in terms of my research.
It’s interesting to go from thinking of this constellation as just an easy-to-spot W in the sky to. . . . this. . . .
Thank you for reading!
