I’m lying on my back in the grass when suddenly
I feel the roots rising up from the dirt
I feel them even before they begin poking through my flesh
Innate intuition
A union with the divine
I sense them
And now they’re burrowing into my body as they vibrate a hymn
They’re wrapping around my bones
Weaving in and out of my spine
Braiding a crown about my skull
They push through my eye sockets
They slither between my teeth
Until every inch of my milky white skeleton is knotted with vines
And the vines sprout blossoms
And the blossoms EXPLODE
And all at once my insides are filled with the most glorious blooms
They electrify me and tranquilize me in concert
And just like that I am extraordinary
Transcendent
I am radiant and Pure
Hell, I haven’t felt pure in 15 fucking years
Is this God(dess)?
Is it your love?
What kind of power can allow a girl to tangle her soul up in the soil?
What kind of force can fill a body with flowers and remember to leave
just enough room for breath?
“You ask too many questions”
And I am reminded that
All that matters is I am full of flowers
And there is still room to breathe
So I breathe
Slowly
And I am grateful to whatever God(dess)
And to you
For choosing to make me
-Even just for a moment-
Into living, breathing art
