The darkness passes through me.
It would sour my tongue and poison
my blood. Disdain
from one grandmother,
despair from the other.
Pain finds pain and merges, muddying
the source. Sometimes sinks so heavy
it begs for a name. This gift is sharp,
finding the edge of me.
Let it seep out from the holding
cells, deepening my breath
to make room for the shadow.
Unlocked space is forgiving,
gentling the nightmare in my bones.
Drawing lines with the light,
the chosen pieces of me rise