Moon
Blood
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she begins
as a twinge within me, twisting in my insides as intimate as lust, cruel
with a callous lover's hand, sinking in with tooth and fang, releases a
stickly sweet rush of intoxicating death, sensations like a whip lashing
in my womb and contractions in my cunt, the possibility of a life forgone,
one spark from the well of souls denied the breath of mortality, for their
sake weeping, made to mourn in my inner core, throughout my warm wet prison,
blood is life, blood is death, i am the vessel of both, and be they prostitute
or queen, harridan or succubus, deep within each is the bitter grain of
knowledge, certainty that we are all that has come before, every child
that was never born was borne at least to a face in the heavens, sanguine
lunacy, a silver celestial traveling across eternity's dome, she gathers
the unknown to her presence, playing the part of the murdering mother,
a halting midwife, matron in spirit to all we consign to the earth, ethereal
cords bound around the navel, and there like clockwork she disappears,
to come again, stir our bodies with translucent fingers, damnation and
salvation move in rhythm with the tides, immutable, unchanging, an immortal
presence drips inside me, her platinum hands splattered with the echo of
vermilion placenta, she cradles my head and her lips brush against my ear,
whispering as the illusion of birth shatters, 'this is sacrosanct'
.
-Moon
Sidhe © 2001