Reflection | Temptress
By Zoe Huot-Link
Reflection
She wanted to share
Make life into art
Real wasn’t in her
She tore time apart
Cutting the ties
Something big gripped her
Floating in middle
Sent spine a shiver
The moment her mind
Breaks into bright
A new kind of shine
She dances on ribbon
In darkest of night
Paletted pictures
This rareness to find
Sadness depleted
But something retreated
Sugared perfume
Coconut cream
People just waiting
To be completed
Temptress
I am not your temptress.
I am not
Your Sexual
Desire, your
Dangerous symbol,
The point in your Heroic
Narrative in which you are
Tempted
By a woman’s body,
My
Woman’s Body, your
Fear of submission, your
Forcing of me to be
Subservient to your
Fears of what is my
Beauty, of what
Gives me power,
Of realizing you
Are not the only
Main character
In this story
Zoe Huot-Link was born and raised in Maplewood, Minnesota. She is a winner of the Manitou Creative Writing Fellowship for Summer 2020 through the Literary Arts Institute at the College of Saint Benedict. In Fall 2019 she studied ancient calligraphy and martial arts in China at Southwest University. She writes primarily poetry and creative nonfiction about constructs of beauty and power. Drawing is the other half of her life; you can find her art on Instagram (@zoemae.art).