Venus Fly Trap

Between the end of a world we once knew,

and a new one, I'm creatin in my womb,

Between the sounds of chaos, And the soft light of a new sunrise,

Choking on stormy waves,

Breathing the fresh smell of spring,

Autoportrait - © Râx Riendeau

Between all this, The constant need. The insatiable, The thirst. That hunger.

I'm that wild flower, I feel like I'm turning into that Venus fly trap, I understand why they call it like that.

How at the summum of feminity, I do feel the need to feast. I do want to be fullfilled.

Mouth wide open, just as my legs. Watering, from my eyes to my roots.

In my body and in my soul, That electricity.

I want to lose my ground, I want to lose control. I want to be taken care of through my caring heart and all my holes.