the rain is a heavy
silver quilt<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but beneath the mud
a hunger stirs<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i lay down
the weight
of my winter skin<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the jagged stones
of old silence<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and the salt
of everything
that broke<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i give it all
to the soft
black rot<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the ghosts
of who i used to be<\/p>\n\n\n\n
melt into the belly
of the turning earth<\/p>\n\n\n\n
nothing is wasted
in this holy dark<\/p>\n\n\n\n
every bruise
becomes
a petal<\/p>\n\n\n\n
every grief
becomes
a root<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i am
the garden
and the grave<\/p>\n\n\n\n
turning the ache
into the marrow<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the bitter cold
into the greening
flame<\/p>\n\n\n\n
what died in me
is now the food<\/p>\n\n\n\n
for the wilder things
to come<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the air is tasting
of the new light<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the wind is uncurling
my tightest
leaves<\/p>\n\n\n\n
i am rising
from the compost
of my heart<\/p>\n\n\n\n
brave
and wet<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and morning
born<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014lyra moon (reclaiming the altar of my own decay)
april 5, 2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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the rain is a heavysilver quilt but beneath the muda hunger stirs i lay downthe weightof my winter skin the jagged stonesof old silence and the saltof everythingthat broke i give it allto the softblack rot the ghostsof who i used to be melt into the bellyof the turning earth nothing is wastedin this holy…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":123,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-122","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"yoast_head":"\n