The hum in my bones tells you all you need to know about the mountains I’ve torn down, the blood I’ve boiled to ash. You can’t hear the power coiled on my tongue but the shiver up your spine buries itself in your mind every time you get too close. I’m smiling and everything feels safe, until the sun falls out of the sky to sit between my teeth. Tell me what you need, there’s nothing I can’t be (though the price is steep- my undivided attention is excruciating). Swamp witch drawing hymns on your living bones, reciting prayers against your hot skin, all this brutal love an exorcism of the control you’re tired of carrying. This is more than the grasping pull and shove of heated blood, this is learning how to forgive the human you’ve become. This is the breakdown of who you thought you had to be and I’m the crucible that will burn you clean; In my bones the benevolent inferno that birthed the world into evolutionary spirals we’ve been collectively unwinding. What we’ll do will hurt more than anything we’ve ever done, and in this you will un/learn how to breathe. This is why you found me.