a song that speaks so many things

Can I crash and burn through the chorus of one song? Can I be buried in silk to the sounds of a symphony playing? I want to die and be reborn again and again to the sounds of Florence and the Machine belting across the ether, “I am no mother. I am no bride. I am king”.

Some songs are like sweet lullabies in my ears. Soft. Quiet. Dainty.

Others are light setting fire to rain. Arms thrashing through the air with my fists clenched and my fire blazing.

Down the rabbit hole. Up again. Over and over and over. There is so much to say, and nothing.

“I am no mother.

I am no bride.

I am king.”

All for now,

All my love,

Onward.

-m