Twisting

an oracle, maddening

©Shannon Mastromonico 2020

I can walk between worlds and I have
the earth always, tearing everything
storms flood my steps towards healing
creating a chaos
I keep waking from
Halfway through falling
my skin smelling like rain
and fresh wounds healing
Water as a conduit, my sea salt tears
and my blood, as it stops boiling
I start to warm
from every low point and even lower
Rolling in years
of these storms and my own stardust
I feel it touch the back of my neck
My spine sparks lightning and I collect it
like drops of rain and I bathe
Twisting. An oracle, maddening