we begin in an empty space
we birth it a life
we root umbilical chords out through our feet and into the ground
when they emerge,
we hold our children upside down
we run into walls
we navigate one aother
we speak an unspoken language
we pick apart the symbols woven into our bodies
we place our hands on ourselves,
each other, our foreheads,
between our own legs
we comfort ourselves by stroking our own hair
we incite mythical deities
and ingest orchids
we curl our toes towards our faces
we conjure the devil herself
up through the floor
we drive knives through our ribs
we smash our knees into our cheeks
not to punish, but to feel
the empowerment of purging
we study the alchemy of life
we gargle spells to ourselves
laden with eights, memoirs, directions
we are kings, magicians,
maidens, witches
we are women, dancers, orchids:
we cling to dust
and flourish in dark spaces.
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