The Sacred Elixir.
The Mother Bleeds.
Bleeding through this aching and resisting vessel
As a not so subtle reminder of the sacred power and gentleness that flow
Simultaneously and painfully
I am reduced to a hemorrhagic fleshy cage that must pay homage to the divine feminine while transmuting pools of sticky red nectar from one source to another.
Silently travelling through ancient and future timelines on this blessed red carpet of hard earned wisdom....This tapestry of wolves, wild women and soothsayers.
This Elixir thick with life and death
Drips
Igniting the Magic and Power that Dances between distant worlds and Human Flesh
Moaning congruently together.
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