She says: Cunty wisdom
Maybe it is mercury in retrograde, maybe it is something else.
She is pissed.
And hurt and fierce and world shattering.
She wants love and tenderness and trust and consistency and she will eat you alive if she doesn't get it.
She roars like a lion and can tear you into pieces.
She is also the nectar that makes your eyes glow and shine.
And she hears the tears as they fall and counts their tracks, her forensic skills getting to the heart of the matter.
And she is soft like a lullaby half forgotten, sung in the night to a child not yet asleep.
And she brightens the sky and she wants her hand held and she wants you to mean it and she isn’t taking any shit this time.
Not this time.