Temperance Of Sleep

In the hush, in the crawl, in the marrow we hide

No ghosts, no beasts, no angels denied

They wear your dreams like skin inside

No need to fear what you can't unsee-

The creatures are humble when they're free

We only change-

in folds of meat, in something strange.

in quiet bloom,

Their little wings, a breathing womb.

The dark is wet. The light is fake, body breaks for what it makes.

They mold my scream, birthed in black and crawl in dream.

Coiled lullaby beneath my bed,

It whispers dreams through holes I've shed.

What crawls will keep, what dreams will die.

Love me softly, and multiply.

Blink for me. Speak in flies. SLAVE, taste the hive.

I was never meant to survive.

In the hush, in the crawl, in the marrow we hide

No ghosts, no beasts, no angels denied

They wear your dreams like skin inside

No need to fear what you can't unsee-

The creatures are humble when they're free.

Lochia- the postpartum bleeding/healing period lasting up to 8 weeks.

I've been working on this piece since giving birth 4 months ago and it has both been a funeral for my old self and a rebirth to the woman I am now becoming. Comprised of many layers featuring clips spanning the years I've been making music as Temperance. I wove both old and new sounds to create something which is neither here nor there, but in between. Purging years of abuse, lies, manipulation and torment and using the blood to grow new flowers. Relieved to be shedding this old skin to begin anew. I shall see you on the other side....

✝

Hunter : Hunted

Words left unsaid...

fireflies in the yarrow,

glittering headstone

starlit drips from

endless sky

rose hips

and the question

why?

for not the pleasures of man,

the blood prism of moon

shattered glass

under, but still

singing softly

in the shelter

of trees

[Guardian] GUIDE ME

✝

hibernation___