My bones crack as I shed my skin
Again and again and again
I’m twisting and reaching
Writhing and moaning
My grief waning like the grinning moon
Peeking out through winter mists
Ice clouds shrieking through my torso
Dragging old pain across the night sky
To be dissolved in ephemeral clouds that tremor away in fits
My stars align in lunar flight
Purifying my heart with these crystals of gods’ tears
I am alive and breathing sky
Tag: healing
Balsamic Moon
The need to go within a wounded mother wolf would-be pups pawing from her womb The emptiness of knowing quiet of Earths tomb the need to curl the need to sleep The dearth of light a lack of luster roots in the room culling the bite