come to me

come to me

come to me
and I will show you
the war torn echoes of my heart

my house is a wasteland
of pieces leftover
from fires
meant to refine me

nothing is tidy
I left that behind
a thousand years ago

there is still dust hiding in the corners
and crusted over dishes
in the sink

I am utterly
exposed
healing
with my blood pooling
at my feet

can you walk toward me
without slipping?
can you root yourself down
inside me
branching yourself into
the rifts of my wars?

I am done
jumping into rabbit holes
I am done
being stripped
I am done
playing with matches
that burn my fingers

come to me
and stand inside the fire
that has been burning
deeper than the earth’s core
find me there
where I now live
speak the magic
that only we can understand

I have been waiting for this
for a million and one years.

 


be sure to check out the huge sale on my original watercolors going on in Etsy. As well as readings and journey transmissions.

For locals, I am doing a mini photography session this saturday, June 17 in Lawrence, Kansas! Message me for details!

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