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Twirl me round with wide, wild steps. Never let go. photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Phenakistoscope_3g07690b.gif Advertisements
My bloodstained boots Carry me through doors Into foreign lands And hostile territories. Generations And generations Of ancestors At the mercy of their cells Follow closely behind.
I have never felt more whole than now, despite coming through a year in which my body has been cut into multiple times and parts have been removed.
No blade can excise your fierce femininity, no illness withstand the cleansing of your tears. Wounds are swallowed in the embrace of your openness. Sing forth my priestess of transformation.
Three drains removed, one drain to go. One day at a time.
I have no death sentence. The light of day still falls as it had done before, only now the evening comes with a bit more grace.
When you’re sick and need an operation you adjust your fears so that you can do what you need to. When your body is cut and something removed you adjust your body to be accepting of that space. It’s not … Continue reading