Sympathy Flowers by Badger Compain

In this way,   early Spring is a season of grief.  Bring gentle rain     to cleanse
my earth body     of blood drawn out this winter.      Cleanse the dirt under my
nails         the grime on my teeth.           Love me
                                                                                                                still clamoring and
raw.

February presents, days of sun       small offerings       sincere apologies
I promise        fruit will come again.     Halfway in     halfway out of the shell.
     Shyly the Universe        bends        your crocus compensation
                                                                                                                 a feast for Brigid.

Sinking my hands into fertile soil        come up for air     after unbroken sobs
after our ritual smoke    clasp my hands from beneath and pull me down beside you
        Birth is a bloodbath
                                                                                                     Exhale         and
thaw.

Lips meet stomach and I’m tumbling      towards this warmth        opening my eyes
and crawling out         running         from the carnal tear,       from winter
like seventeen
                                                                                                  still sinking teeth into me.

About the Author:

Badger Compain is a third year Creative Writing major. They like to write poetry, creative non-fiction, and prose pieces.