Years upon years of burying
bones filled her passage with
candled jewels, moonlit toads,
scarring roses and reptiles.
Before becoming and after being
– wrapped in quilts of memory,
of love, of grief, and rage –
she ached to dance songs into the earth
to clear and light the way.
Kicking off tragic shoes,
pulling the robes from her shoulders,
she stepped naked into twilight,
bent her knees, and began to whirl.
February 2020
WandeRoseD 