Fuck it I’m a flower - reborn again after bleeding

A song by Crying Day Care choir & a few words by me

There are stories waiting to come out

words

that will gush through fast

when the time is right

they will spread like wild fire

bold with colour

raw edges , that poke & pull apart

smashing hearts open

then, beauty will hold them

as they weep in puddles

some creating rivers , forever marking the earth .

What comes next ?

Does only god know . Not the man in the sky

But , the greatest mystery itself

A presence too peaceful to be fucked with .

She took her undies off , slightly stained with blood

Unfuckable …

She sang and giggled

barefoot , outside in the bush , strumming her electric guitar

to no one but herself .

She falls to her knees and smells the soil

a delicate vine tattoo grows up her arm

she pulls the poppy from the ground

holds it up towards the sun

and it changes her hair to the colour of fire .

Dusting herself off

and placing a fresh roll of black and white film in her Pentax

she grabs her moleskin and ink

winks at herself in the reflection

and whispers “fuck it I’m a flower” .