creating feminism nature poetry


March 17, 2019

revolution: you were born into a world of knives / this time heals no wounds / your skin is split silk folded into darkness / hair is ocean waves orating from midnight to noon / noon to midnight // where skin ribbons / flowers unfold in painful brilliance / it was always this way: the altar of the new crushes the bones of the old // you are torn & hollow, echoing with the cycles of the moon / flowers grow then wither / your heart wakes / the land calls / only through this process can we change the world / only through these infinite cascading revolutions / can she heal

Fourth in a series of collaborative pieces with the utterly sublime artist @wolfmumma

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