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Metamorphosis
Alone in a glade under the burning stars
Dew moist on the soles of my blistered feet
My belly distended, pressed to the ground
sinking in, mutating within
The needles of pain consume my vision,
My breath reduced to a whimpering supplication
My skin cracks open, drying & withered & old
Peeling it away from the new
Armor
Still soft & wet & waking
This newness hardens my jaw,
pulls my tears to ash
This new body...
...now so proud and firm and female
mating with the decay of leaves & lifeblood of the soil
My horns of earthly blessings split the crown of my brow
Growing...slowly, agonizing, surreal
Strong
And so I shed the paltry skin of Eve
And rise from the womb of the Earth Mother
as a new Goddess
a new Flame
a new Stone
a new Way
a new Song
a new Day
a new Earth
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