She is I.

She is queen of tormented soul,

She is the bones, broken and whole.

She walks and the roots are exposed and heard,

Though the wind howls in truth pain, she is undeterred.

When her heart whispers the night speaks back,

In sumptuous velvet words, silver and black.

The moon is her essence, reflective and still

Absorbing and releasing with the power of her will.

She is flesh

She is spirit

She is Goddess

She is life,

She’s soft as baby skin

She’s sharp as a slicing knife.

She gives life and takes it

In the blink of your eye,

She is power

She is woman

She is you and she is I.2014-12-19 16.55.15


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