Awakening,
the Deadly Woman,
the Righteous,
Justice spun into the webs of my Fingers,
and Tracing the Perimeters of my Body,
Announcing its Borders,
A new Golden Lacing of Self,
a New Motherland
Around newly Carved Throat,
still awaiting its Finishings,
Still wondering when the Day will Come,
when she Can Scream,
when all that was UnSaid gets Freed,
Honesty laced into Blood,
You will Never find another Like Me,
I am acquainted with the Darkest of Hells,
The Frightening, Isolation
Have been to the Underworlds,
and Danced on the Other Sides,
Tapped into the Unseen,
and have been Seduced by Flowers,
Awoken by the Songs of Birds there,
Quetzales,
and the Pure Might of being at the Foot of Volcanoes,
How they heave out the saddest parts of you,
The Green that Holds you like a Grandmas Hug,
and its People,
I am Bleeding Holy Soil,
Monthly,
Letting go of all the Ends of the Last Cycles,
Red Lava painting me,
Burning, Thrashing with Ash,
To Shine Light on the Parts that still need Tending too,
in effort for the Endometrium to be Ever Nourished,
to be Fertile again,
for the Birth that will come inevitably,
Spiders parading my Halo,
Protecting my Rights,
Covering the Ceiling above my Head,
Like a Chandelier,
My Tongue.
Sharp,
Loose,
Still learning how to use its Muscle,
This is that Season,
I am Freeing my Voice,
or Rather,
Learning how to Find it again.