Harsh crust seeping bile into a place along the rind of her soul, a lonely girl
her bean pole mama distantly busy in the world
Carefully hopeful, sticking pride in all interactions
said girl chooses arrogance to plastic wrap her wounded desires.
Does she ever know she always had a choice?
Ownership of the cactus that has become her body double
she sends out tendrils of defiance
holding everyone within her grasp so tightly they cannot dare to breathe
eggshells on which they tread trembling in her wake.
Red queen better than alone
Her fearful grasp of missing love, she holds onto anything she can intimidate
So scornful is she of those who are not within the power of her terror
The hammer of her vengeance bludgeons her very own baby
Rejected, the child whispers into the breath of the world
Carefully listens to the heartbeat of the universe,
notices the echo of her own rhythm
And one day she finally understands the love she needed was always present
equally, for everyone
Carefully, she opens the door to her cellar
Shrouded in dusty webs, barbs and barriers
Feared monsters of feeling creep, leap and lurch
Trepidation biting her toes, she extends her right hand
she greets them one by one
opening her chest cavity to their pent-up voices
Her new song vibrating with added form and dimension
Their hideously dreaded shapes smoothing her previously crumpled
a bright light
Releasing them each in their own right.