The Bleed

The Bleed
 
Step into those spaces
laced with the blood of your mother,
your kin, give in,
turn back that split, red skirt
and edge the landscape
left as hushed secrets,  
blown wide like a shadow
stained on your face.
 
We all face
our shadow side
from time to time.
 
The size of its body
is never seen,
only dreamed into being
in your womb when the Moon
whips its cycle into seeing
the witches rich divine -  
otherwise denied.
 
We are nicotiana,
hesperis, brugmansia,
burning under moonlight,
scent stealing scene.
 
We are the unseen Gaias,
the Liliths, the Persephones,
a swollen, wild tribe
with the wisdom
of a bleed.