Inner-Child Abortion

Bet I’m in the belly of the Beast With this enemy ofMe Do I fight or flight or Freeze? Cause either way this mother fucker’s coming straight At me I was only a dark forest away From where I needed to be I never metaphor for anxiety Like this one GFY Imposter syndrome Mara’s army fires arrows Of self-deprication And self-doubt And i hit the ground running exhausted Hot and heavy heaving To the four-on-the-floor At the heart of the war… She was doing yoga in the distance And as she rose to mountain pose I let my mind slip back into the prose Where I fetishized her Like some sacred fucking object Caught in the act like Actaeon Watching The Huntress bathing Basilisk staring me down Like Artemis cloaked In her wild fury And as she rose to mountain pose... She held a crescent blade To the throat of the horizon Locking her eyes in As she stood over Gaia’s mouth Spinning up Cunt Magick Earth the power back from the word She channels power back from the void From womb to tomb To womb of the tomb She creates She destroys Her body, Her weapon Her own fucking choice

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