the lady in red
beauty spots encasing
her shell and directives
from ancestors with
riddles to tell. Burn
the sage and smoke
the air, let souls
fade into the atmosphere
and come back altered
perfectly squared.
Something happened this month for me. I'm trying to unpack it all. It's heavy and beautiful and way beyond my own self. I'm trying not to talk in riddles but I also am careful not to come across as a crazy person. I think in time I'll work out how to explain it all.
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