white-lipped, look away as you pass
because that girl who kissed you in the dark
won’t acknowledge you out here in the light;
a swan flocked by peacocks,
her smile isn’t for you and never was
though you ate its lies like chocolates
guilty, greedy, grasping at hope;
you may not feel right in lace
and you sure can lay them all out with a punch
but she needs a pretty boy, not a handsome girl;
you can make a fool of yourself if you want,
break their fingers while they break your psyche,
but that won’t change her mind
only prove the rest of them right;
so white-lipped, look away as you pass,
don’t give them the satisfaction;
head high, look straight as you pass
and wait ’til you reach the shadows to collapse;
don’t show them weakness –
those pretty wolves in pretty dresses will eat you alive
and your swan won’t lift a feather


Dua Anpu, Lord of the Sacred Land!
Dua Anpu, Guardian of the Dead!
I ask that You guide your kin safely through the trials to come
for their heart is lighter than any feather
and they have earned their place in the Eternal Land beyond.
[Name] is mourned and will never be forgotten;
may their soul find peace at your side.
Dua Anpu, Lord of the Sacred Land!
Dua Anpu, Guardian of the Dead!

[ I don’t work with Anpu but I’ve had need of a prayer for canines lately and I don’t think Bast wants me directing those to Her, so I tried to write up one for Anpu instead. ]