rain washes my ***** aura
cleansing my soul burled
reaches Cora
the queen of the underworld

everything that hurts through  
has now mixed into the soil
making the hydrangea flowers blue
but as I walk all the other flowers wither and trees recoil

while all birds fly away and timelessly migrate
my breath is like a sage smudge filling the air
but rather giving a  burdensome weight
                                                         like a nightmare