maggie lyn young

children listen

i know why you’re restless

why you’re empty reckless

i see the future

wolves & serpents

circle encompassed

prism restored

an entire spectrum reconciled

but for a time

shit’s gonna be dark

is dark

dark as death

ache in my bones

of prophesy

prophetess

heresy no more

i need to confess

spat once on a grave

of the father

father father

father God

momma’s comin

to take back all you stole