Wound that stretches in tune with a trumpet
that scratches the second face
I have hidden on my sleeve.
A cat curious as me at night
while I look at strangers
that could potentially
Be friends.
A small little fish
that forgets its existence
swimming around a sea of 0,5 square meters
just like me and just like the cat
-trapped, forgetful and curious.
I have all the seasons in my room
my insides are blossoming
and my breath like rain
is splashing on the floor.
I am the kind of woman
that leaves some food on the table
before you come home.
I have a different power inside me.
I am a woman,
and I blossom...
and I blossom...
My eyes speak truth and my lips
give birth to words that burn
my lovers down to the filter.
And for the first time tonight I prayed,
for I have name Her
The Mother
and she is all I want to be.