I am the serpent, you the queen,
beneath your foot, I strike;
lowering Eve into nothing but dirt.

I do not keep commandments,
nor do I eat the fat of the land;
but I am dust eating dust.

When the books are read,
I am like the desert sand;
because I hear my name,
as starlight, grasping the stars.

O Moon, shed light on me,
and guide me ever on my path;
for it is in your grace I see.

Over the hill, I see a virgin,
the mother of a child;
her name once belonged to me.

I oscillate, this is my task,
going hither & thither.

One drop of his blood,
was enough to conquer Hell;
an ocean of YHVH's mercy.

Bleed a little for me, O Jesus,
for I have bled forever;
going to the utmost boundary,
so that tonight you have comfort.

Here, in hand, I hold ink,
where all black is purified.

©2026 Maria Morisot

Send me a postcard:

Maria Morisot
c/o Musalieva Aida
720044 Bishkek
Shoto Rustaveli Street
BLDG 58 KB 32
KYRGYZSTAN
m3nstrual@proton.me
https://t.me/openbsdgirl