digital manipulation,
a catharsis,
to express what is so innate,
this morning the sun blessed the blue,
shone across sky as it peaked through clothes,
a golden experience,
I woke up amongst the arms of the moon,
full blown craters caressed my head,
directed me to notice how the seasons had changed,
and how the ocean had been pulling,
I wondered about my own relation to the moon,
how it pulls the water inside of me,
how the menstrual cycle shifts as la luna morphs.
full moon comes and I spring into action,
the wolf inside me awakens,
wild woman returns,
she roams the nights with tongue lapping,
the pheromones bursting.
her aroma can be smelt for miles,
she can never be owned by anyone,
only partnership can lead to her to adjust,
that or for love,
sacrifice seems to be a metaphor for hurt,
or that’s what it seemed like,
sacrifice of self,
sacrifice of body,
sacrifice of health,
of wealth,
of wellbeing,
of happiness,
but I shifted,
the innermost ticking of my body clock adjusted,
realised the pace was all wrong,
I began healing,
while others dug themselves deep under ground,
thought pretending could cure the trauma,
could prevent the blood bubbling in irises,
but they could never forget,
I choose freedom now,
now and forever.