eye lid caress of waking and reaching
branches of breathing weave themselves toward the ceiling
the poetry of the outer world reflected in her emotion
the self-consciousness that’s reflects stifled indignation
burns the psyche
the spiritual realm on the edge of sleep
connecting to her grasping womb
towards the arms of the Goddess
space, ocean, and time
Flowering
Paused in the stars
A sore stitched hole with ripped rare skin
Her stomach sank within
a nightmare’s claws
Evil itself
the most sacred of body parts is stapled and butchered
the carved hanging pig carcass
the hole of a vagina
which surfaced in her subconscious reverie
she can laugh to tears at her own mishaps
imperfections and insanity
but now she descends into a gripping darkness
For a moment she had basked in the glow of self love
That was also Her love
She could feel it rolling and wavering towards the icy hills
Where is that love in hard cold living?
a veil of darkness she will wear
to tell the Outside world that all is not well
to whisper the cry of the suffering
and that she rejects the man made world.
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