Brialee Turner

I’m so angry
That so many glowing bones
Covered in soul fabric
Whom I love
Aren’t living their dreams
And accessing the electricity
In their veins.

And I realize that I’m not angry
At her, I’m angry that the stone shackles
Of the systems and people,
And the s h a m e and
Self-h a t r e d which
Have fucked her over
So badly that she may never
Share her beauty with the wild
And magical world.

And I just want to love her so much that I
Squeeze her like a
Ripe fruit so that the red juice
Of her glorious blood
Covers the whole world
And quenches the agonizing thirst
For love.

She is dehydrated,
Her heart is beating
With exhaustion and so
I will cut my arms open
And instead of violent
Wrapping, I will embrace
Her body with mine and let my
Blood fill up the
Carnivorous holes that
We’re ripped open
When she was a seed.

And together we will
Grow roots so deep that
Her legacy and my love
And my legacy and her love
Will never be erased.

There is healing in these wounds.