She stirs softly at first
A whispering beneath your skin
Perhaps years will pass
Before you reach to scratch
And then beneath your surface
She will emerge
And each of you
Will have something different
Arise
She stirs and rages
That feeling in your gut
When know that something
Terrible Good
Is about to be born, vomited, screamed
And then
You will run, your feet will become
Hooves, paws, or sinew body sliding
The Great Goddess
Will NOT be stilled
She wants to shout her name
She wants to Live
Lest you Die Inside
Rather reach to scratch now…
Rather tend the flickering
In your eyes when your mirror
Shows something else
Rather bow down to the river
And let yourself be flowed
Because if you don’t TEND
Your end will not be what you died
To come for
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