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I know I have disappeared from my favorite place but please hang on. I am going through a hell off late.
i am the woman
the goddess of springs and words.
watch me rise.,
through threads of raisin
like a vintage blob of sun,
a phoenix from ashes.
My mouth is covered with cellophane
of rust skins,
it knows how to unwrap of sins,
a murderous night,
Watch this body of cold moon,
a silent night made of quiet mountains.
Observe and stay with me,
I throttle along with the rivers,
I provide and love,
like a goddess of all time.
there is absolutely an archaic music ruffling in my ear,
I call it home.
wrapping a ceremony around my waist.
There is belongingness to this body,
with nature being receptive of my patterns.
A short, polka dot marrying the tablecloth.
the small details that you often ignore.
And I surrender my eyes, amongst the worldly chaos.
The chopping of walnuts, the breaking of my patient knuckles,
as if waiting desperately for something abnormal to occur.
Raindrops/ a plural form of tears.
or a. singular verb. to soothe the reaction of popping pills.
I rest my fingertips,
whirling blue pain,
as heavy a s a cotton ball
on the drops of this waterfall.