Flame touched the sky with licks of worship.
Transformation, shadow work, and rebirth.
Flame touched the sky with licks of worship.
I am fevered of His love.
Red amaryllis, giant-stalked, shooting up toward the angels...
Salt thrown outward— a cast over fire.
I drank the oil like a wick, its purity touching my tongue—a tempered burn I welcomed.
I color fire-engine red, ink-well black, and—oh my stars—sharp with light.
Petals in flame, worn, pressed to the endless womb.
Hessonite garnet, wine-red garnet, and carnelian— copper connectors. Grounding. Come back down gently and safely.
Pulling truths out in pieces, revealing soul.
I learn to speak.