I am spitting up universes
-like Kali- all destruction,
eclipsing the deceit of the Sun.
I will consume
the stars until I am pregnant
with the possibilities
of a new moon.
I am the keeper of secrets
-Like the High Priestess-all feminine,
divining the wisdom of bones.
My body imbued with the
spirits of indigo promise.
I will some day
leave this story
And like the birds
I shall inherit the wind.
Made some revisions that I am happy with. An older poem. I am in an entirely different place now.