A lady in the dark

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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