Spear of Asgard

I drown in the musk of thunderheads –
sensations clash, slash of a spine,
Gungnir impales me, one stark blue
eye laughs as my body hangman jigs,
its companion a waterfall emptiness
socket of creation and devourings
in his brains I see the stars and on
his lips are a thousand of my deaths
I am no shieldmaiden, just a lost poet
who summons storms and raging Wild Hunt
with nine bargains I will always lose
better to be a chess piece than checkers
at least then your fate isn’t textbook.

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