Bangs out.
Fangs out.
Sisters with clout—
III of Cups Spell
The wind's a-blowing,
and we're filled with knowing.
We're all done with telling—
get ready for the showing.
Let's confess to this duress.
Let's undress—
take off these counterfeit clothes
woven from webs of hate and spit.
Let's unzip these skins that stuff us in—
magick up some scales, tails, and fins.
Let's swim!
We're glowing and floating—
three hurricanes contained
in our glass-bottom boating.
The wind's a-howling
and the waves are yowling.
Let's swirl around—
smiling, no longer scowling—
in an unbreakable bond
of a compound.
Happiness is telling our old battle stories—
our gories, our gaslit-not-so-many glories.
They make us feel we’re alright.
They pull us close and hold us tight.
Bangs out.
Fangs out.
Sisters with clout—
hear our screams and shouts.
We're sucking up all the doubt.
We bled out the monsters.
We're no longer victims.
We are the survivors.
We stay true to our dictums.
We changed our history,
made a new mystery,
harnessed our bitchery
into masterful witchery.
We're cycle-breakers,
soul-shakers,
childhood re-makers,
watch-makers,
time-travel takers,
repressed-emotion-wakers,
nurturers and homemakers,
anything but fakers.
Siren sisters.
Abuse resisters.
Water twisters.
We hypnotize the old dirty pirates
and wretched sea witches
with tales of love and healing.
We lure with lullabies, lyrics appealing,
until their hearts begin feeling.
Back they go to their cribs, reeling,
until their own trauma is done with dealing.
We forgive you.
Fare thee well.
We’ve built a heaven from of your hell.
We can't let them win
or get under our skin—
our scales, our fins…
Let's stay together.
Let's swim.
Keywords & Card Content
KEYWORDS: CELEBRATION, SISTERHOOD, CHOSEN FAMILY, SHARED POWER
IMAGE
Three mermaid sisters sit inside hurricane glasses. Eight swims in the middle glass—the middle sister—her arms outstretched, welcoming the rain. The sisters on either side hold umbrellas with bone-handled grips. They wear evil-eye bikini tops and black-and-white striped fins.
They’ve seen things. They’ve been places.
For now, inside these contained storms, they swim beside one other—trapped but not defeated. Even when stuck, they make the best of it, because they have each other. And they know.
DIVINATORY MEANING
Three in tarot is all about collaboration and creative energy. You’ve found the family you never had but always needed. You’ve built your community. You lift each other up and hold one other when you’re down. You love being together—doing anything, everything, or nothing at all. You’ve found your trauma mamas—the ones that understand that where you’ve been isn’t where you’re going, even if it will always be part of you.
This card appears when you’re craving joy instead of stress. You need a support system that makes you feel happy and loved— or maybe you still need to find your people. Go do something you love. Talk to someone doing that same thing. Let your joy attract others who recognize it. You’ll soon find your crew.
EIGHT’S INSIGHT
Sometimes gathering together with those who’ve endured similar things makes you feel deeply seen and heard. Around people who understand your history, you may feel safer than anywhere else.
But, you don’t have to tell everyone every detail of your story. Not everyone deserves full access to you. It’s okay to keep some things private. If your conversations always circle back to old wounds, you might miss the chance to create new memories together.
Look for strength in your community—but don’t let that group define you entirely. Tell the trauma stories, yes. Just don’t let them be your only stories. but don’t let them be your only source of conversation. Celebrate where you’ve been. Raise your glass and say cheers to all you’ve survived—without living there.
There is strength in your storm story. Just be sure it doesn’t become the storm itself.