Things are coming undone
Let them die.
A lady in the dark
Snakes wrapped around her
organs
She keeps herself collected
Pretends she doesn’t feel them
Inside
She wants to surrender, to
Receive
It is calling her to take
Responsibility
Swallows of the coolest
water
She holds herself
Like wax, she melts
When lit
Fills her own container
First
Her voice travels through time
Her dreams touch all versions
Of herself
And grandmothers past
Her vulva swells
Her body shakes
She is the ocean
And an earthquake
At once
She is Aphrodite
Birthed from the severed
balls of Uranus
From the foam of the sea
She is Demeter
Bringing death
And life
She holds herself
She creates her
Existence
She stakes a claim on
Her life
No walls box her in
She places them where
She’d like them to be
She knows how to look
Deeper
Than what she can see
She knows her ability to
Open
To need
To desire
To receive
Is her power.
She chooses it.
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