Author: Candid Corvid Productions

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A Woman's Plight, Songs, Where Demons Tread

My Darling Rue (Song)

Candid Corvid Productions

By Athena Stairs, December 6, 2025

Yeah yeah
I know I know

I’m just supposed to
Forget about you

Yeah yeah
I know I know

They say to regret
My love for you

Ok fine whatever
However winds blow

We’ve got plenty of time
As my trauma has shown

Car crash shower slip
Life-threatened power trips

But I’m still a beacon
Harmless to the status quo

Not one of you brave enough
To stand in the light beside me

Only one of you still fighting for
What you were meant to be

Masks and mirrors
Masks and mirrors

My mind keeps spinning flowered heather
My heart holds tight in stormy weather

Excellent birds
Exotic feathers

Mating calls echo empty chambers
Window display of your flitting nature

Perhaps mine hasn’t been born yet
Maybe I’m caught in a time trap

It certainly seems the way of it
As songs compell misled illusions

So Yeah Yeah
I know I know

I’m supposed to
Forget about you

And Yeah Yeah
I know I know

I should regret
My love for you

This pre-encoded patterning
Watch me challenge nattering

Because I’m not going to resent
My soul’s need for love with you

And I’m not going to forget
What we came here to do

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Altered States

My Rings

Candid Corvid Productions

“Many of them are not fitting, anymore.

I don’t know if this is because my fingers are getting more densely strong from my efforts to keep repairing, or if due to systemic swelling.

When I try to put them on, they meet thick resistance – not the typical fluid retention flex.

Perhaps this also indicates my continued shifting, as if into a new form.”

A Woman's Plight, Male Bonding

It Happened Early On

Candid Corvid Productions

“We had ridden up way into the mountains – farther than I had gone since a child.

We stopped in one of the main tourist lodges to look around – and the raw crystal slabs of flourite caught my attention, having never seen any of such colored, resonant clarity before.

I turned to him and tried to deferentially ask, ‘Do you think I could get one of these, sometime?’

For I was still very young and not yet solidly employed.

A simple enough sharing of fascination’s joy and longing to hold something mystical in one’s possession as newly budding love’s symbolism.

But there was a piece of reticence in his vague reply – and I detected a strong hinted undercurrent of resentment, which shut me down immediately.

I blew it off and let the innocent request go, sensing sudden clouds of hidden potential conflict between us.

I didn’t understand why or what it related to at the time, but this having to read into what was expected of me to figure out how to keep him happy set the tone for imbedded insecurity in relationship inequality.”