how do you receive this rage without it burning through your skin
without wishing for annihilation.
my skin is made of hot dark coal
I want to burn the whole world with my body.
and when they ask where do you feel the pain? –
i tell them the whole world hurts inside me
like the body of another stepping in uninvited.
even the trees are grieving, snapping at the root
their crowns descending to the ground in prayer
their roots reaching upwards, parched.
I can feel it most in my palms, this force
a power that can crush their whole forged construction
between these two fertile palms
do you know what We could do to them?
the womb wound is healing
how can i keep my mouth shut
how can i hold back this storm in me
and watch them drowning our gods and our mothers
how can you watch your Home burning and sit still
you frozen statute, how did they silence you so much?
they swear they are made of truth
but did you see how they claw at your body
did you see how they look at you
famished and empty, and miss the goddess between your eyes?
they swear they are made of truth
but did you see how disposable you become when you don’t please them anymore?
did you see how they make love so easily
without love in the making?
i finally feel my soul back in my chest lodged like a small stone settled
back in Her place
they think they can claim this earth
what fools – let them burn down with it
god always wins in the end.
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