Today's mood is an owl city song. Pick 1, they all sound the same. https://youtu.be/psuRGfAaju4
A Spell for Survival
I would build myself a home in between my ribs
To be closer to the thunderstorm of my heart
And I would indulge my more voyeuristic impulses by visiting vertebrae
To see the lightning of my nerves.
Every month I would frolic in the monsoon of blood
From my uterus--a sacrifice to my still barren womb.
The earthquake of my thigh muscles ebbs and flows
But I delight in its destructive potential.
The magic, when it's always storming, is being willing to dance in the rain.
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