Returning,
as a Curse of Love,
as a Declaration,
of a Mark that I now bear,
have seen the Darkest of Mornings,
On evenings when Time was stuck,
in a Loop of Dread, of Blackness, Night Navy Blue and Burnt Orange,
Sour on the Tongue, with a Dull aftertaste,
a Guest Overstayed,
The room always felt Sticky,
I was Glued to time, to my Bed,
to Hating mySelf,
to my Brain,
had Torn down my Body,
and began to Sharpen my Tools,
in attempts to Surgically clean the Area,
The Wound,
where the Warground was on Fire,
and all Weapons were aimed at Me,
Bullets I had gathered over a lifetime,
I had to Massacre myself,
in Order to dismantle all this Dirt and Lies,
All these things that got Stuck in my Skeleton,
my Framework, unable to Gasp for Breath,
I was spewing out the Pain,
and didnt even Know it.
Fear can wrap around you tightly,
like a Snake,
Brave,
gently Tugging,
Observing,
Feeling,
and Then, my Neck Gives,
I am Taken.
I was Taken,
my Voice,
Attempt at Life,
to which I then began Repeating,
upon my Self,
as Repentance,
for even attempting at Trying,
The Light was gone,
My Eyes Blind,
Soiled,
I had Lost my Hands,
Feet still tracing their path through Memory,
through the Flowers, through the Volcanoes that sung the Fire out of Me,
The water heaving out the curses, the Talismans bought and cut in blood over my Name,
and then there was the People,
who sang Love back into me, like Lullabies,
but it was not Enough,
the Snake came and snuck the Life out of Me,
Nerves, stretching like Electricity,
Down and through Me,
Above too, Cut the Light that connected me to Trust,
My Body stopped Functioning,
whilst the Current Spread through my Being,
and then entered the Ethereal Realms,
My Being got Rocketed in all Planes,
Bombed out of Existence,
Through,
Fear.
Returning now,
as the Cursed Woman,
The Holy, the Deranged,
the Mad, Wild Woman,
La Loba,
Dirtied, and so Pure,
The Believing,
The Brutal,
The Life – Breather,
The Magnetic,
I am the Wearer of Love,
The Carrier of Gods Will,
Can you Not See?
Who I have Become? And why I am Becoming?
I have Cursed my Own Grave from the times it never held me,
Returning Over and Over,
A Tragic Curse,
Yet I am Here,
Taken out by an Ongoing War from Birth,
A Settlers Tyrany took flag upon my Chest,
and Yet still,
After all the Attempts they Take,
to Remove Me,
In all the Planes,
in all the Spheres,
in all Fields of Time,
The Love Resides,
The Holy,
God Remains.
I am not to be Fucked with.
You don’t know what I’ve Seen.