Lifetime.
I hope in my next lifetime we're strangers
Who are not connected by a red line
Who are not touching the same dirt
Since in this lifetime you have killed me
Suffocated me until I exhaled my last breath
A snake cracking the neck of a bunny
Seawater drowning a tulip
A butterfly caught in a spider's web
A fish gasping for air with a hook in its mouth
I feel as if in every universe you will try to find me
To own me
To manipulate me
I hate you
Maybe next time I'll kill you
Freda Davis
Tue 17th Mar 2026 12:19
There is a strong echo here of a celtic myth, which might inspire a stronger conclusion. It's about the little boy who is set to stir the cauldon where the goddess is creating a spell to give her son the three drops of all the knowledge in the world. The boy accidentally splashes the soup on his hand, and because it is hot he licks his hand and gets the three magic drops.
When she realises this the goddess tries to kill him, and she pursues him, changing shape as he does.
It's Irish mytholgy.
You probably know it?