Petals in flame, worn, pressed to the endless womb.
Petals in flame, worn, pressed to the endless womb.
Saliva activating sound, crackling, magic’s embrace behind lips and teeth.
Pulling truths out in pieces, revealing soul.
I learn to speak.
The arrival of newness burned into me— an experience worth learning and growing in.
In the dark, send out sparks I can swallow whole and globe with— an orb of livewire.
Tears form—liquid fire, devotion heart exposed.
Floral, fresh petals fold out fiery, flaming flesh.
My heart has risen.
Oil-rich black sleek—cast of iron, salt scoured and seasoned. The fat of the land goldens your work and contribution.