''..a beautiful enigma: she is herself an unknown tale,''
I never knew what it was that haunted me,
until I tasted the fullness of my heart.
The severity of my tears,
unleashing me into a new cycle.
(I always knew that I be cursed,
from a very young age.
I always knew that I would be a woman -
coming of age
into her own blood.
into her own blood.
The deeper, the redder, the better.)
I like the taste,
and I like the dark.
For it is in that darkness
and within those deep, red seas,
that I come upon the strength
within me,
to stand alone
as a light that shines
even in the blackest of blacks,
and the reddest of reds.
and the reddest of reds.
No matter how far I go,
no matter how lost I be,
I always find my way, and I shine
just that little bit brighter
every time.
''Everyone has to find their own way.''
*
And eventually she came to find her legs
under the garden;
of bones and dirt
and of a body
and of a body
discarded.
Nothing left but tortured memories
(rose petals scattered in the sink)
Dismantled, fragmented -
little pieces of nature's flesh.
Nothing but bones and blood,
of a body
of a body
left to rust,
turning to dust,
turning to dust.
Through wages of time,
disregarded and
unloved.
I never give up.
I never give up.
(feet in mud,
she never gives up.)
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