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
