dark, soil-like scent
movement
inhibited
she
has taken me
into her embrace
Solemnly
swallowed me whole
comforting . . . restive
her energy fills my soul
strengthens my resolve
heals the wounds
that have festered for so long
but the weapon of the reaper
has not reached me yet
rebirth
shall be mine
when I come out
of the darkness
and dive into
the ocean
that shall be the medium
in my life

© Johanna Fugitt 2017