Blossom when the air
forces itself out of my lips
Without knowing what it will
be, without purpose.
only because it's time
Life crawling out of my mouth into the world.
It is I crashing myself,
onto the world so I may read later from the bruises on my skin,
like a map -
where the soul leads to connection.
Pain severing the dead parts
and bringing me to my true form
Pain making it real to be alive
The fast-forward blossoming of a hundred roses along with classical music somehow
The screams that help me birth
The bravery that keeps on making me come back
image : must have been the image of pink sheets taken way too fast, it now looks like a very soft soft pink nearly creamy, with grey ares, it looks like movement, if you unfocused you can see concentric circles from the quick snapshot that made everything blurry