it's funny how much my anxiety
causes fear for my life
but then
gives me so many reasons
to end it all.

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.