She birthed you, and offered her kindness.
She colored your cheeks
the color of sedimentary rocks,
only more vivid. More vibrant.

It was her way of whispering all her secrets.
Into you.
You consumed. And continue—

Lessons absorbed, your mind morphed
An explosive thrill, never to be fulfilled,
Only replenished, replenished, replenished.
It was heaven. Creative boom,
the exploration of her womb.
The showcase.

To the world.

To you.

Secrets, aren’t valuable, unless revealed,
you say.
But one day—
The washing away, will cease. And the water
that cleanses evermore, will be no more.

The resources she offered, will be mosaics
on the altar. You’ll say, she’s changed, but
her ocean will never push the currents your way.
Only pull.
And pull and pull.
Until it’s an ironic thing.
Printed on your newest T-shirt.

Gabby Garcia