Where do you go when you go quiet?

Upon rising, I felt my wings falter and fall. Breathing in sun, coffee aroma, and sweet fur baby kisses. Lemonade as backdrop whilst blue ink falls on soft pages of white…

This.

Intuition: “I tried to make a home out of you, but doors lead to trap doors, a stairway leads to nothing. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Where do you go when you go quiet?… I tried to change, closed my mouth more, tried to be soft, prettier,less awake.

Fasted for sixty days, wore white, abstained from mirrors… slowly did not speak another word.

In that time my hair grew past my ankles. I slept on a mat floor. I swallowed a sword, I levitated I to the basement… I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet. I threw myself in a volcano. I drank the blood and drank the wine… But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know… She sleeps all day, dreams of you in both worlds… Her hips grind. Pestle and water, cinnamon and gloves… Dear moon we blame you for floods, for the flush of blood. For men who are also Wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts…” ~Warsan Shire from Beyoncé Lemonade

3 Comments
  • discover joy.
    Posted at 02:53h, 18 June

    Loved these parts of lemonade! Thanks for reminding me how much Warsan Shire is remarkable!

  • discover joy.
    Posted at 02:53h, 18 June

    Loved these parts of lemonade! Thanks for reminding me how much Warsan Shire is remarkable!

  • Oliver Biraro aka Sangharakkhita
    Posted at 02:28h, 26 November

    cinnamon and gloves. … weird association…. I adore!