New poem: Mitad-marida I

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 		<email>vanevander@mayvaneday.org</email>
 	</author>
 
+	<entry>
+		<title>Mitad-marida I</title>
+		<link href="http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/m/mitad1.txt" />
+		<id>http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/m/mitad1.txt</id>
+		<published>2022-06-11</published>
+		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[<article>
+				<pre>
+Cold summer. A cold heart
+beats in my chest
+as I from my house depart,
+legs stiff, left arm
+aching.
+
+Father spoke, "You are going to kill this tree."
+It slipped
+from his lips
+like a prophecy.
+Dogs outside my bedroom window gnawing
+on the Velouria Bush, Nidhogg,
+portent of the Eschaton.
+Too short, too squat,
+too weakened from the bark not
+there anymore
+to hang myself from branch's ledge
+in hopes of gaining the knowledge
+to see this world through to its bitter end.
+
+I kneel before the now-fenced-in stump
+and reach forward. My limbs falter.
+A bramble or some other thorn from Dead End Shrine
+draws a gash through my skin, nature's penknife.
+Rivulets of blood stream
+down without recognition of pain,
+carmine trickles, a river, a flood,
+guided by the soft-falling rain
+before the altar.
+
+And I pray,
+
+let us reconcile before closes this day.
+Dead-End King,
+lead me to victimless iniquity.
+Lead me to damnation
+without hurting a single being
+undeserving.
+				</pre>
+				</article>]]>
+		</summary>
+	</entry>
+
 	<entry>
 		<title>Purity Spiral</title>
 		<link href="http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/blog/2022/june/purity.html" />
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-	<entry>
-		<title>YOU NEED TO KNOW</title>
-		<link href="http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/y/YOU-NEED-TO-KNOW.txt" />
-		<id>http://yggdrasil.mayvaneday.org/poetry/y/YOU-NEED-TO-KNOW.txt</id>
-		<published>2022-06-01</published>
-		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[<article>
-<pre>
-I wish it had been a bridal night
-instead of a boring nosebleed,
-standing over my great-grandma's sink
-at three in the morning.
-That it had been you taking my breath away
-and not clots in my nostrils, down the drain
-as if the rivers sent to confirm
-I would not give birth
-that cycle had gotten lost.
-
-The shed blood and tears,
-the countless years
-spent in breathless wait
-in order to be there
-on that belated
-celebrated
-day.
-You in a dress in my favorite hue
-and mine you had yourself made.
-To finally see the love I could not hide
-within my body reflected in your eyes
-without fear of a glamour or being a disguise.
-
-You've been so patient with me all my life,
-and it's a damn miracle that you still insist
-on spending the rest of yours at my side.
-But this is how it's supposed to go, right?
-You're supposed to marry your best friend,
-who knows you like they know themselves,
-who will tolerate you at worst until the bitter end.
-
-And I,
-I must confide,
-can think of no one else I'd
-rather spend my life
-with.
-</pre>
-				</article>]]>
-		</summary>
-	</entry>
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