Red Thread

I kneel before the altar of my womb

The red primordial river gushes through the cracks in my body. Formed of stone of blood of bone.

I stand before the altar of Great Mother, the deep hole I dug with my bare hands under the waxing moon. Dirt under my nails. Skyclad and weary I lower myself into the ground.

I lay before the altar of death and offer the sub…