Inanna, Part Two

At the final gate

Her cold glare

Sees right through

All the masks I play

Burns them away

I am Inanna

Left hanging

Dangling

By threads of myself

In Her presence.

I am Inanna

I’ve come through

Various forms of identity

Above

Being “someone”

Doing “something”

But nothing holds up to

Her glare.

In Her view

All is Void

All is Illusion

No-thing matters

Anything I build

If not real

She starves away.

I am Inanna

I think…

It’s been so long

I’ve been hanging here

Forgotten most

Of what came before

Where was I going?

Who and what do I love?

Hanging

I can feel the cold

Sharp hook

Piercing

Hanging

Frozen, it fills my stomach

Falsely

While she laughs

At my past attempts

To try to fix Her.

Ereshkigal

Void

Mother

Kali

Anorexia

She’s cruelly entertained

My Puppet Master

Bled out so much

No more tools to

Try

Forgotten is my mind

Hanging

Frozen

Amidst Her echoing laughter