The trauma of past lives, every hole in your soul, having the deepest black galaxies throbbing through.
You want to feel every bone break when it's rushing in.
Threading you back together with such grace that others think you're dancing by yourself again.
You close your eyes because too much contact will create combustion.
It's when your hair grows fastest, when your eyes glow the brightest, and all your secrets are taken by the wind.
The taller you stand, you can reach the Goddess herself, but she gives you the look your mother used to.
"Too soon" Hands smacked and you're pushed back down, quick breaths.
And you're running past yourself in the race again.
You want to win, but you can't. Pull over and have a meltdown in the middle of the high way. Soak into the pavement and through to the Earth.
Get back to your own level. Floating through the trees, but instead your sitting around smiling on your knees.
Hit the breaks before stars collide, she wants to climb in but hasn't even asked for a ride.
You are looking in the rear view mirror, she's writhing around speaking tongues that she can't even translate. Shaking her hands embellished with all her little gems.
You remember back then, you remember the street lights, running reds, and staring upside down after too much rum.
I'll be the one standing in front when you swallow your raving tongue.
Smiling you and thanking you for the fake friendship trinkets.
You'll be laughing and won't even notice how the warmth glitters out until in turns to the cold sharp ideas you placed in the jar you gave me.
Under the flowers, a little green shard and you think peace offers work that way?
But you're going to be left crying when you're tied up and thrown in a field where I found myself.
You want to see what I've seen?
I'll drag you there. I've got all the strength in the world, she surrounds me in a light blue aura. I magnetize and attract the ones that have eyes that get too wide.
Curled lips and quick thoughts, can't help you here.
Praying hands in the collective nest, shredded papers and deciphering hidden messages. You think I'm speaking to you? It's her, not me.
Awakening, you want to feel it, then you don't.
Your whole soul is going to feel this.
Whatever intentions from your index finger that taps onto your temple,
to the altars you'll create.
Reflect, waving lined palms and standing figures in the hall will glow my light blue.
I come in cloaked, but you'll know who.
-SM
You are looking in the rear view mirror, she's writhing around speaking tongues that she can't even translate. Shaking her hands embellished with all her little gems.
You remember back then, you remember the street lights, running reds, and staring upside down after too much rum.
I'll be the one standing in front when you swallow your raving tongue.
Smiling you and thanking you for the fake friendship trinkets.
You'll be laughing and won't even notice how the warmth glitters out until in turns to the cold sharp ideas you placed in the jar you gave me.
Under the flowers, a little green shard and you think peace offers work that way?
But you're going to be left crying when you're tied up and thrown in a field where I found myself.
You want to see what I've seen?
I'll drag you there. I've got all the strength in the world, she surrounds me in a light blue aura. I magnetize and attract the ones that have eyes that get too wide.
Curled lips and quick thoughts, can't help you here.
Praying hands in the collective nest, shredded papers and deciphering hidden messages. You think I'm speaking to you? It's her, not me.
Awakening, you want to feel it, then you don't.
Your whole soul is going to feel this.
Whatever intentions from your index finger that taps onto your temple,
to the altars you'll create.
Reflect, waving lined palms and standing figures in the hall will glow my light blue.
I come in cloaked, but you'll know who.
-SM
