​my chest is a graveyard

of dreams

of relationships

so many lost things

quiet and dim

clouds and moonlight

I wander through the stones

touching, muttering, remembering

a cacophony of ache

awash in perspective

visions of self and time

who am I now?

daughter of the morrigan

feeding off carrion

casting bones for sight

survival requires claws

tangled, wild dark

bloody teeth

tear streaked dirt

fearsome and feral

raspy, unused voice

calling the crows

calling down the moon

speaking in howls and sighs

waiting on 

She Who Sings

She of the Thousand Names

She Who Weeps

not to be saved

not for comfort

but for new battle cries

old weapons

passion beyond containment