She already knew you'd scroll.
She's judging you... prophetically.
She flirts. She flips. She’s gone.
Closure is for land people.
She rose instead of bowed.
Still rewriting the myths they fear.
She crafts with fire—
and has zero time for your nonsense.
She twirls through your darkness
and dares you to look.
First Mother. Last nerve. She loves you—
and she’s watching.
© 2025 Seraphina Skye
Sassy Goddesses: Myth Meets Mayhem
Ancient archetypes. Modern chaos.
Sacredness can be messy.
Laughter heals as deeply as prayer.
Joy is its own kind of devotion.
Myth. Mischief. Remembering.
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