Vulture

I have contracted my body for forty years

Suppressed her anger

Swallowed her pain

Tightened her expression of love

Denied her deepest desires.

Today, I want to become a vulture.

I want to devour the rage in my gut.

I want to digest the same collapsing my rib cage and curving my spine.

I want to feast on the fear in my heart.

I want to eat it all.

To be fed and nourished by my own darkness.

Tasting every morsel of doubt, fear, shame, rage, grief.

To then allow so much room for dessert.