I am on fire
I threw my fists into a mountain
broke into a thousand pieces and weeping
watched colossal rock
groan
shudder
split open
split to her roots
Weeping I peered in
to the dark
heart of the earth.
I have opened my mouth
listened to the talk that spilled
until the word horde was drained.
Uncapped, an agony burst
a groan untamed by expression
gave voice to the unspeakable parts
of myself.
I am split open.
I am consumed.
It resonates in my bones
the weight of one thousand languages
tens of thousands of meanings.
And weeping
I am reborn
far from safety.
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