the cult of honesty

 
weeping rebellion with occult understanding of the divine
twines with my soul braiding truths,
with my own knowledge hard gained
the bitterroot chewed flavors me perfectly
it as it should be

my aura vibrates on a frequency in sync with the unknown
I scry through the violence of the letting
allowing tender feelings to scream within the life it lives

I am a woman in the brittle dawn
ascending and descending through time
bringing my scars as proof of a faith so great

inside me there will be a reckoning
chaotic silence whispers altruistic knowledge
stirring my memory

for now I ache within the ash
soon fire will burn through the beguiling metaphor
leaving only honesty