The Transformation

 

Floating in mid air

Naked, free flowing

Writhing and swimming

Waving, pale skinned

 

Tentacles protrude

In many places

Head to toe

Tethered to the past

 

Attached to sockets

Of history

Fixed in the

Recesses of time

 

One for each love

One for each hate

One for each wound

One for each death

 

Tentacles break off

One by one

Leaving stumps behind

Severed, open flesh

 

Loose tentacles wave

In their sockets

Goodbye, they say

Goodbye lady, goodbye

 

Tentacles grow back

Some stumps renewed

Only to break again

With a vengeance

 

Finally stumps remain

Through them not

Blood or flesh

But black void

 

Flesh closes in

Sealing the stumps

Like flowers curling

In at the end of day

 

Where stumps were

Are shades of black

Bruises under new skin

From head to toe

 

From black to light

The bruises change

Blessed by the source

An unspeakable love

 

And so she rises

Scars turned to glory

Magnificence resurrected

Just as she was

When she first begun