Inspired by the testimonies of intimate partner abuse survivors.
There is power in your story.
A story to be told by your voice only.
A voice that drives you to act, to talk,
To speak to us with your walk.
Oh, let me see your healing place,
Your rite of reconciliation.
Let us commune in the silence where our hearts speak the blood that heals and sustains.
Let our blood pool, clash and toil.
Let it rest and stain all that it touches.
Let the blood soak in.
Wipe.
Scrub.
A trace of me will remain to celebrate your becoming, to honor your beating heart.
Your healed and transformed self emerges as you smile at the sun and tempt the moon.
Your essence will remain.
Your blood has changed this world.
Your blood will remain.
