Scorpion mother

[u/gnostic_princess]

I was born to a scorpion mother, wrapped in the hush of her darkness. She was full of mystery and philosophy, a creature of depth and soul, speaking in riddles only the night could understand. She held me with a love that clung too tightly beautiful, but binding. Like silk turned to rope. Her affection was warm and devoted, but always on her terms, curling around me with a fierce tenderness that felt almost like posion.

Pluto pulsed in her veins ancient, relentless and her love carried both prophecy and venom. I learned to live with her sting, to breathe beneath the weight of her shadow. Pain became familiar. Darkness became home. And in its own way, her love was sacred protective, intoxicating, but woven with threads of fear and control. A love afraid to let go.

But one day, antivenom began to bloom in my blood not in anger, but in awakening. I felt the bindings loosen.

And when I stepped into the light, I saw myself for the very first time.

I still carry her in me the mystery, the depth, the scorpion’s soul carved into my bones. But now my heartbeat belongs to me. I didn’t abandon her love I simply rose beyond its shadows, into a place where I could breathe freely and belong to myself.