I will romanticize,
and heathenize,
and fantasize the
murky mundane
waters of this life
pure. I will heed
no warning signs;
I will pencil dive
into depths
unknown.

APPROACH     MY    ALTAR
WITH FEET    AND    HEART
LAID BARE:   I    AM    GOLD
CAST    ANTLER    CROWNS
AND    T HE     SMELL     OF
BURNING  IN  YOUR  HAIR.
I AM THE  ABRUPT  DECEIT
OF DARK WATER, I AM SON,
I AM DAUGHTER. I AM  THE
FOREST  MADE  HOLY, THE
BRANCHES  WHICH  HOLD
UP THE SKY. I AM MOTHER
OF    SHARP     TEETH    AND
FATHER OF NATURE'S LIE.

DO        NOT        SEED
THE           BEAUTIFUL
PARTS  OF  YOURSELF
IN      PEOPLE     WHO
MAKE     YOU       FEEL
LIKE      ****.    THEIR
MICROAGGRESSIONS
ARE NOT  FERTILIZER
FROM    WHICH     TO
GROW, THEIR HANDS
DO        NOT       HOLD
WATERING   POTS  OF
SUSTENANCE       BUT
RUTHLESS     FINGERS
QUICK      TO       SNAP
THE   STEM  OF  YOUR
SPINE ONCE YOU ARE
DEEMED  TOO LOVELY.