To Love Spaciously
And, she began to bleed. The way earth spills her tears atop our heads and wishes for nothing in return... but, she does wish for something. For anything to unchain these wretched ropes from her wrists. To bound herself, instead, with liberation. Paralyzing liberation. As she had nothing more to give, nothing more to say. And so she wept and attempted to sew. Perhaps someone else would choose, also, to bleed.