from it's shell I writhe in hidden heap
Let the earth envelope me
As I crawl deep into its holy wood
I found a place
Where no one could see
a pulsing dark serpent
Breathing blood from my skin
Flesh
Bone
Bitter
Blood
I release my poisons
I surrender my frame
I beg for relief
From this psychic pain
Where do I begin
What becometh my end?
I float above a sea who will not receive yet my
Sacrifice.
To burn to dust, to writhe in flame
To beg the Lord my soul to hold
I am on fire
Thrashing about
My bloodlet being
Til nothing is left
My dust to salt exalted ash
The air that lifts me back to God
And gnashes me down to build me back as clay.
--Crystal R., Adult