I am deep within the earth, in the primordial darkness of soil. Bella, did you forget darkness is the mother of light. That in every story of before time, there was only black.
With rot in my mouth, the weight of life above me, I sing. A low marrow of bones hum. My web of mycelium vibrates the sound skybound and the weeping roots of willows and stone fruit code the whispered call into their sweet bodies.
Think of me as your sharpened teeth cut ripe into mango, cherry and peach. As juice drips over your lips, throat and chest let your eyes roll back into your head and remember the taste of blood. Red. We bleed with the moon, tide pools of lost souls collecting around siren toes.
Under the cover of night, come to me in quicksilver and I will sharpen your gentle curves into blades they will beg to cut themselves against. Whetstone made of unatoned for sins. We are dangerous.
Rain shatters stained glass, In the wet mouth of our black mass. Opulence and doctrines we have burnt to ash, in ink, we tattoo death across the backs of hands.
We are ageless, nameless, and divine. Our storied spines backbreaking over black wings. Lick Lilith, Hectate, Kali and Nyx into rhymes and lullabies for the dying.
Sigh, dream. Of chaos, soft and sage green.
We will birth a life light
After rage of nights knife
Cuts through cruelty clean.
Breathe
This is Eden's dawn.
Celina
10/7/2023