heavens wrote her to be read but earthlings liked unused books so she kept saving herself for no one
newly married shipped off miles away left her blessed childhood behind looked upon the fierce patriarchal structures of men and women awaiting her arrival soon to be demolished by the fire in her heart and crown on her head because she could sense that seeds from her tree won’t need solid structures based on fear… Continue reading Grace on Earth
and you do not wonder
is a woman
the poison you drink each day by day turns into your bones your face your eyes your hair the one you keep wrapped in glory by the story you tell yourself day by day for the poison you drink to stay
While listening to conversations between the earth and water.