Everything That Dies
A Birth Myth (after Lucille Clifton)
By Sophie ColettePublished 5 months ago • 1 min read
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i was born afraid
and grew fearless.
i was born like a weed cracking
the ocean floor
and i learned the moon in tides and spells.
my survival so far
has been both intricate and blunt,
a beheaded tango, a matter of chance,
blood under my fingernails, laughing
as i sip pomegranate juice from fine crystal
that does not belong to me.
i have loved women with the voices
of sirens, which is to say,
i have loved galaxies.
i became, i became
i will be born in tempests like
everything that dies.
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About the Creator
Sophie Colette
She/her. Queer witchy tanguera writing about the loves of my life, old and new. Obsessed with functional analytic psychotherapy & art in service to revolution. Occasionally writing under the name Joanna Byrne.
Comments (3)
Very powerful beautiful poem!
I had to look up Lucille Clifton. I'm going to check her out. This is a wonderful poem.
Whoaaa, this was so stunning and powerful!