She creates watercolor⁣
⁣
out of herself⁣
⁣
Her voice sounds sirens⁣
Woman in red⁣
her lips speak the spell of peaches⁣
impeaching⁣
⁣
Her body bleeds to remind her ⁣
she can choose to give life ⁣
⁣
and she can choose to take it away⁣
⁣
Hundreds of years go by⁣
and she is still sitting in the water, ⁣
blood on her face⁣
A bird, uncaring if anyone is listening⁣
she sings ⁣
⁣
All who hear⁣
come around⁣
Woman like water ⁣
They drink⁣
⁣
They drink to remember they can fill themselves, too⁣
⁣
She remembers them⁣
entering without desire⁣
Laying their claim⁣
⁣
But she is no one’s⁣
⁣
Her body molds⁣
Her body cleanses⁣
itself⁣
Unphased⁣
⁣
many phases⁣
⁣
They think they can control her⁣
She is quicksand⁣
⁣
Woman on fire⁣
all time is at once⁣
Her blood showing her grossness holds power⁣
⁣
Taboo⁣
holds⁣
power⁣
⁣
She names it her own⁣
Mosquitoes rise⁣
⁣
You have her⁣
She whispers⁣
This woman⁣
⁣
Permission⁣
⁣
She is there, inside⁣
⁣
Claim⁣
⁣
her⁣
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