Press my eyes, sister
and force me to drink poison and grief
Until I have visions
Of the land where we go to be redeemed
Mother and father
Have taught us the value of sorrow and longing
I came to understand
Renewal, earth, menstruation, pistil and stamen
Salvation is in the dirt
That nourishes the seed and not the flower blooming
Blooming is just
The first graceful flush that conceals decay and rebirth
(Kelsey Bee)
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