And There I Went (Aspecting Death)

And there I went,
BlackHeart open
leaking ebony,
Nimue’s spark in the juices;

There I ran,
gashed arms,
pink bright trust
flowing from upturned wrists;

There I sat,
rushing red rivers
of Death and Life
thrusting through my core;

There I spoke,
painting words,
brilliant Blue Fire
ringing in ears not my own;

There I returned,
violet intimacy
splattering Godself,
coursing down my aching back.

In Service.

©Boneweaver/Pamela V Jones July 2014

~originally posted at Lean in to Joy