MichaelaUpdated: Feb 3, 2020
That sound is the air, he tells me,
His breath hot against my hair, the licking flames
Shedding energy across my frame
From Wonderwerk to now is but the turning
Of a corner, a walk down the hall,
A kneeling and puffing of the cheeks
Making of the fire my nestling
Feeding what feeds
A hot sun glistening white on gold sand Reaching to the sun crowned ocean, An ocean's-breadth East And to the feet of moon capped mountains A mountain's length West. There is no water Eagerly pursued,
My basket is full, filled, flowering, A rooted spark blooming bright Amidst hawthorn blossoms White as a bridal veil And I wind about the tree Like ribbons 'round a pole Weaving life within my body A
I got a nosebleed considering a TikTok about spanking. Telling me to make a mistake So I can learn new things, spread my wings, Set myself free into the privilege of trying. And all at once I was back