FULL

I am full to the brim 
full and over full with frustrations. 
overflowing with justifications 
And of fear. 
I am choking on the disgust 
of all that is old and rotting 
I am regurgitating it for you like a cat 
that cannot stomach the food 
you have fed her 
or the grass 
she has gorged herself on
because she felt empty.

I am full and over full of your disdain the
poison of thousands of years, of five,
of fifty. I am full 
of your excuses and your excuses and
your excuses of why and of what and you’re
changing the rules again and again. 
They are not rooted in law. 
They are not rooted in Earth. 
They are not rooted in anything but 
self protection and 
trickery. 

You fear the witch because she sees you clearly. 
Owl on the wings of night between the
veils knows who you are. 
She cares little for your masks. 
She cares not for your petty vanities. 
She will feed her young on the flesh she
must consume to survive. 
She will warn us,
you are coming. 

Dark night rises with a dark 
moon and a dark sun. 
It speaks of hollow things. 
It says put them down, 
put them all down. 
Those who have ears, 
O! let them hear. 

Where is your truth! Who are you! 
Are you the sweet suckling of the pollen
from the flower? 
Are you the act of vengeance? 
Are you the new born king? 
Are you his mother? Are you his wife? 
Are you his daughter? 
Are you your own daughter? 

Pride smolders my attention like grief in a
slow, slow burn. I will lose you. 
I will lose you. 
I will wander a while without. 
And my heart will burn Violet purifying all
the scum you have left behind. 

Full was written the first week of May, 200after it was leaked to the press that the Roe vs. Wade decision protecting a woman’s right to an abortion in the United States was in danger of being overturned.