On the path

I am on the path,
Of the unknown self.
Mirror mirror,
Tell me who I am?
Blood, bones, earth, tears.
I only know fear.
Walking this tightrope,
Of coming home.



Little rituals

I no longer sleep in your skin

Feral I am – a self made battle cry

Blood and moon

Earth and air

Sensual, I stand in mud

Up to my knees in tears

Thought-birds pecking at my eyes

I am blind to myself

I curl up, defensless