Somewhere behind the scenes, my youth is being slowly throttled
Someone give me a blade so that I can cut the bitch-crone’s throat
Category: The Crone
(I Can’t Drive 55 – Sammy Hagar)
The Crone’s Greeting
“Waking up after barely sleeping, and apparently having an allergic reaction to a different abode’s cat litter in a borrowed bedroom due to my home having no heat last night, I found that body had swollen and my eyes were puffed and wrinkly as if I were eighty years old.
Quite a not the confidence booster on what many would think should be a special morning.
In this case, it’s a good thing that ‘beauty’ is only ‘skin deep.’
Sheesh.”
The Crone (Song)
By Athena Stairs, December 14, 2025 (Early AM)
Why would you desire to
Entwine your life with mine
As my age farther advances?
Look at me – I am branded a freak
For daring to love beyond boundaries
Their voices sound like a hound bays
Women are told they are worthless
So men can accumulate purchase
As corrupt our beautiful mystery
So tell me why you’d want me
Words restore faith in humanity
When a Man has courage’s honesty
—-
Icy winds howling, swirling Elden tones
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Adrift On The Sea
I have resented the crone since
The partial stroke day he left us
And I saw the ruin in vision of
What it all meant to our family
Having not spent my life checking out
I had mapped countless patterns in it
Shocked by a flipped betrayal so severe
With inability to save what I’d held dear
I was tricked, you see, attacked indirectly
And all I’d built crashed down around me
Extra spin being some projection spell
Designed to turn all blame against me
Disguising the fact premeditation’s will
Contorted surrounding ground stability
The best I could do was yank at cords
Grabbing basics from ship for life boat
All of our beloved chickens went to a farm
Where were hopefully loved and protected
Our rabbits luckily found a new home
But we kept one dog and the four cats
I didn’t even remember the one dog there
Must’ve suppressed all that stress barking
I remember how his love and warm fur felt
His small presence as our warding talisman
It’s not like we just changed housing
I had been supporting our family by
Trying to finish my degree to qualify
For gaining a solid career’s security
I had been trying to help expand
His business as my degree’s focus
And he just collapsed it all to be free
Rather than helping prevent damage
Who was this choice better for?
Not the rest of us that’s for sure
There has been no real recovery for me
Cast adrift fashioning nets in wreckage
Keeping us afloat by ingenuity
My centrality being safe haven
At The Alter
An older and younger woman
Unpressured, face each other
And I am the middle phase
Walking down this pathway
It’s time I pull myself together
Only so far fragmenting leads
Too many directions pulling at me
Where love unreturned continues
Greeaat
“My face is breaking out with impact blotches.
Internal bruising filtering its way to the surface?
I guess this is a good sign – meaning that the dense forehead trauma is trying to break up and alleviate internal pressure.
But its effects look like a type of subtle liver splotching swelling on my face.
Come on, Crone!
Give me a fu**ing break!
Grandmother
“What happened to Cassandra, grandmother?” the little girl queried.
“Well, she roamed the seven seas and beyond – and then life brought me to you!”
The Crone In Me
She’d been fighting off the crone since the moment she’d been abandoned in her fourties.
It had jeered at her in stark contrast to her youth’s vitality, attempting to hard-interfere with her plans to remarry.
Then all of that fell apart and the accident pushed her hard onto another track – which she’d been striving toward, anyway.
But as she applied makeup to her war-torn fascial contours and saw how the ravages of pain’s suffering tried to mold and reshape her to their designations, a peace began calming.
Maybe that bitch had had her reasons.
Maybe she’d been trying to ensure she’d meet the right man, in the right season.
“Even Now”
Curmudgeonly
“I saw the movie ‘Barbie’ right before my accident – and had cried, hoping that I’d get my chance to feel young and alive again.”
Eyes Of The Beholder
Getting Cozy
“Hello, Crone…
At least I beat you back for thirteen years.
Although it’s clear you haven’t fought fair.
What the fu** do you want from me?!
And those hype-rs applauding ” Ooh, make friends with your inner crone!” can just keep walkung past me.
There you go, now – just keep. On. Walkin’…”
(Silent Wave – Vibfy, Best Tracks of August, Lost Underground)
When Walls Crumble
“She couldn’t care anymore about others’ opinions.
She needed the man inside his body.”
(Lost Elevation – Vibfy)
Screaming At Source
“WHY’D YOU BRING ME BACK TO LIFE IF I’M TO ALWAYS BE ALONE!!!!”
(Say You Love Me – Jessie Ware)
Reclaiming Eden
“Are you sure it’s me you want?
‘Cause I’m gonna need your help believing it.”
(Winter Song – Oceanique)
In The Milieu
“I can create space.
I must allow myself to say no to everything trying to erase me.”
Reflections On Life Patterns
She knew that external age didn’t matter once into maturity – it was what was contained inside that either made real connection or embattled.
(Teardrop – Elderbrook & Jan Blomqvist)
The Crone
“All of them are too young for me, anyway!” she sobbed, her grief-stricken hand scattering the precious few pieces from the scrying table onto the wooden floor.
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