Bare hands, she tore through her flesh. Head hurled back a blood curdling cry.
She wrenched open her ribs snapping and separating from sinew, a gaping black hole, and the bird whipped out.
She couldn’t fathom the beauty in the gore. The little blue bird speckled in blood rubies, iridescent light caught on its feather tips like diamonds eyes dark whorlpools of infinity breast resonating a song deep from the bowels of the Earth, a blinding fire glow on its path of flight.
She danced amongst her entrails.. weeping a river of joy, precious drops caught swiftly by a drifting wind.. as she took flight in wrathful love.
Headstones covered in mists, smell of wet Earth blanketing the dead. Do I hear their whispers left behind? Rustle of leaves Sighs of the wind Oh, you who have gone before me, What mysteries do you see?
Across the edge of the known world I yearn to follow a gnawing hunger for the unknowable, for eternity, for dreams of Dream.
Oh, those who have departed, brothers and sisters of Life and Death lead me to the boat of glass. A voyage beyond the edge of the world.
Apprehension and wild anticipation. I dance away in the graveyard of Birth haunting only to the Living dead.
The tattered corners of herself blown away to faraway places, places only heard in desolate echoes.
She sings a dirge as she trudges along the jagged edges of the world, into the yawning chasms, collecting the bloodied and shredded scraps of herself.
With tears washing the blood clear, She sews herself piece by piece, skin onto the bones that bleached in the parched desert. Stitch by stitch She sews the shunned, forgotten, stolen and torn edges together into the smoothed edges of the unblemished, burnished parts of herself. A mottled skin of chaos incarnate.
Over this self, she hymns the deep call of life, ululating all and nothing, and wakes up Beauty and the Beast.
Night crisp air Wispy hair tickling the wind.. The Moon reflected his face so close, I could pull silvers around my fingertips and touch them to my lips.
One lick and I am drunk on him. Defenselessly open to his caresses, his sweet scent, his smile His breath in me.. Nakedly drinking deep draughts of liquid Moon down my throat like a babe latched on a milking breast slaking an unending thirst.
Stars whorl around us pooling in our eyes reflecting and refracting a kaleidoscope of memories as I lay down on him, entwined in Remembrance, pregnant in Ecstasy.