I’m not gonna lower my voice
Not for love,
Not for peace,
Not for happy endings.
It won’t erase the years of bleeding
Crying for help under the dusty stones.
My voice is my power:
Mystery.
Sanctuary.
Building the worlds
And destroying fakeness.
Demolishing illusions,
Raising the dead.
The infinite source
Of creation
Hurt
Sexual power
Madness
And liberty.
Chaotic, like the waves in the ocean
And limitless like the moaning of a thousand women before me.
Reaching out into the Universe
And diving into the Earth
In the forever longing
Of being taken,
Witnessed
And carried.
Carried unto the gates of nature itself
To dissolve within its embrace.
To die.
Disappear.
To vanish.
And give birth to the uncontrollable truth of the feminine