samhuain
welcome home, welcome in
the well ones, the wise ones
your blood and bone is built from stoney hills
your skin soaked in
dirt and moss
the scent of
Earth’s womb
her insides are a cave, a portal, a place of dreams and dying
dark and wet like the days before the veil thins
her lungs are spider’s web, breathing in light and dark
in and out
cheek rests against the underbelly of the Otherworld, in and out
all at once
this is the gathering