Wound that stretches in tune with a trumpet that scratches the second face I have hidden on my sleeve. A cat curious as me at night while I look at strangers that could potentially Be friends.
A small little fish that forgets its existence swimming around a sea of 0,5 sqm. Just like me and just like the cat -trapped, forgetful and curious.
You have all the seasons in your room. My insides are blossoming and my breath like rain Is splashing on the floor.
I am the kind of woman that leaves some food on the table before you come home. I have a different power inside me. I am a woman, and I blossom and I blossom. My eyes speak truth and my lips give birth to words that burn my lovers down to the filter.
And for the first time tonight I prayed, for I have name Her The Mother And she is all I want to be.