larval child

woman with a thousand faces,
you put on lipstick and kiss
the ear of boxes filled with notes
on how to BE.

hold umbrellas to the clouds
that rain cycles of truth,
shower water on the dead
spines of skeletons
hidden in your closet.

come out like re-birth
into the wringing arms
of earth; we can embrace.

i want to hold you
at your core
a larval child.

above is the same as below;
lightning daggers upon your head;
and men in heavy sleeves
wait to lead you down
beetle black stairs.

run

the path within

and hide
naked
in the fabric
of your being.