blood

my blood was late this cycle;
but she came

she came and poured rest
over everything

she came and softness
gushed out of the gourd she carried
like stream water over my bones

the tension hovering between the
neurons in my brain, loosening

my spirit bright and clear

she came and she said “shhhhhhh”

that doesn’t need to be spoken now

that doesn’t need to be finished now

you can let that go and be present with the imagery

the feeling

the quiet dark inside yourself

let yourself be watered

no need to rush

feel every wave of sensation as it rises and falls

let yourself slow down and be nourished

begin again

I am here

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