She creates watercolor
out of herself
Her voice sounds sirens
Woman in red
her lips speak the spell of peaches
impeaching
Her body bleeds to remind her
she can choose to give life
and she can choose to take it away
Hundreds of years go by
and she is still sitting in the water,
blood on her face
A bird, uncaring if anyone is listening
she sings
All who hear
come around
Woman like water
They drink
They drink to remember they can fill themselves, too
She remembers them
entering without desire
Laying their claim
But she is no one’s
Her body molds
Her body cleanses
itself
Unphased
many phases
They think they can control her
She is quicksand
Woman on fire
all time is at once
Her blood showing her grossness holds power
Taboo
holds
power
She names it her own
Mosquitoes rise
You have her
She whispers
This woman
Permission
She is there, inside
Claim
her
back
She creates watercolor
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