Praying Mantis-Hannah Wagner/ The Hero’s Inferno

Hannah Wagner

Prayer stance

I sit I wait I watch

They call me prophet, fortune teller

Eyes so wide and my third eye lets me see far beyond the sky

I hold my ground and in that moment creature and creator are but one

Night has come

I release my essence into the air

You grow, sprout wings, and make your way to me

I hear a flicker, a crush on the leaves, a pitter patter

It always ends the same

180 degrees later and I’m chomping on your inner cortex

The hunger pounds away too strong to contain

The small ones are always an easy target, the ones that love their mothers

Then there are the ones that leave too soon

I just wasn’t ready so I took a little bite to teach him a lesson

© Hannah Munroe

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Judas Came to bed-Hannah Wagner/The Hero’s Inferno

At first I was surprised to see him

Each time we met I thought would be the last

Slowly I became attached to his presence

I waited for him like a fiend for their dope

He wasn’t like the history books said

He was more like a great dark wing

Soft and alone

He carried me away

I looked up to see the stars for the very first time

When Judas comes to bed the red rose sets fire to the forests


People said we can’t help you now

You are walking hand and hand with the devil

But I have seen the devil, drinking Bulleit

Sucking on figs and taking the skin off the poors back

Rest assured when Judas comes to bed I am closer to god


When it Is over he is remorseful

A rain storm comes down to cleanse him

I watch but do not join

Preferring to wallow in our sweat


Each night he pulls the drapes back on his heart

I reach to touch the pulsing ruby of my dreams

Just as quick he jerks the curtains back

Like a spooked horse


Gone again until the next act

When Judas comes to bed time itself does not exist

When Judas comes to bed we are both two and one

When Judas comes to bed he leaves nothing but an olive branch

Hannah Wagner hails from Salem, Massachusetts. She is an actor, poetess, dreamer, among many other things. She thinks there is a little witch in all of us.   Hannah writes for The Hero’s Inferno

My Singing Guide-Hannah Wagner/The Hero’s Inferno

Hannah Wagner

My guide helps me breathe
In – 1,2,3,4
Out – 1,2,3,4,5,6

She places diamonds on the spots where it hurts
Corners of my hips where I hang tight to past wounds
The light of the moon is charged inside them
They absorb the pain

My guide teaches me to be kind to myself
She honors the light within me
She taught me that the whole universe was not surrounding me but inside me
When I go to that place inside me and she to the place inside her there is only one of us

Orange and red oils awaken my senses
(Red is my color, I have a fire inside my belly)
My third eye blinks open
It is the one who looks outside that awakens
The moon winks at me
So much power inside you he says
I weep tears of diamond
For happiness to be reminded
And pain…

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The Weyward Sisters: Songs of Ophelia A Collaboration from the Women of Sudden Denouement

you must remember

rosemary, pansies, fennel,

columbine and rue,

You forgot tansy, didn’t you?

When the ground freezes over

And your flowers crumble and brown

Let the ice in Hamlet’s Heart

And the Red on his hands

Deliver him forever from you.

And when you return again

From your journey to the sea

Never forget

It is you.

It was never he.

Rana Kelly/2nd star to the Left, straight on ’til morning

I sat and watched the current roll by today

I think I’d like to float away to a place that I cannot say

You were always directing the rivers flow

I trusted you knew where it would go

But you let me go adrift

Dream chaser isn’t that what you always said?

You’re where the love has always been

Dream chaser dream chaser

don’t mock me now

Its not always the same

You will find me in this life or the next floating down stream

Not a single memory left

Hannah Wagner/The Hero’s Inferno

from up here, the night is clearer.

she is closer to the sky.

the branches cradle her like a mother’s arm,

bouncing in the night’s distractions.

if she stretches high enough,

perhaps the summer breeze

will whip these leaves into a flurry,

and carry her,

perhaps she will join the path of stardust

and deserted dreams

to meet the star-girls

in their extra-terrestrial dance –

she longs,

yet the maternal clasp of mother’s chest

holds her fast,

with ropes of tears and blood.

Lois E. Linkens

Defined always

By men around me





Locked ever in memory

Who holds the keys

To my prison?

Descent into

Watery madness

Sink gracefully

Into welcoming embrace

I will become a mermaid

A siren

No room on dry land

In this man’s world

For a woman of pure heart

To break the mold

Break expectation

My fight floats away. . .

Christine Ray/Brave and Reckless

I don’t want to be surrounded by men anymore

I run, it is in vain, I go in circles

I wish mother would take me to the water


A world without mothers

The world would fight in peace

He says it is over Ophelia


It’s never over

I tear this watch off my neck

I am sick of biology ticking

I am going to end the world

A woman doesn’t have the power they laugh

I will poison the milk that flows in me

I will take the planet between my breasts and watch it pop

The world will end

When there are no more mothers

Hannah Wagner/The Hero’s Inferno


but unforgiving

stamping out of the water

a malnourished fetus dangling from her open womb

“Look what you have made me do!”


but pestilent

tired of men knotting flowers around the slashes on her wrists

to make death look appealing

I’m Ophelia, except I didn’t die in a river

mouth full of seashells and eye-sockets full of mud

I’m Ophelia, alive, burning

blood on my knuckles and poetry scribbled over my palms

Hush, little boy, you tragic Hamlet imposter

I might be coming for you next

Malicia Frost/Malicia’s Malebolge






Hel-Hannah Wagner/The Hero’s Inferno

Hannah Wagner

Striking and stunning
Stopped the room in its tracks
He loves to stare into her eyes
Strange he thinks I don’t even know what color they are
I can’t stay past midnight
The parts of me you love will decay
It’s not a pumpkin that you’ll find but a rotting corpse
Where can I find you, what town did you say you’re from?
Oh sweet boy did I say town? It is a place rather far down
Hunger and famine are the only company to keep
Do you know what they call my bed? Sick bed
You’ll know why in the morning
And now the clock is ticking and my flesh is sinking
I didn’t mean for you to see me in all my gloom
Don’t look so surprised we all look like this without the makeup
What does the goddess of the underworld have to do to get a…

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