The red running down the length of her legs.
With it, the soul of the life that never was.
Pulsing. Throbbing. Releasing.
The pain ripping her wide open.
Carving space for greater possibility.
New life. New love.
The magick brews warm and round inside her womb.
She is the creator.
The keeper. The giver.
This time, there will be no stopping her.
She will burn down the crumbling walls.
And build the castle that she has always deserved.
She will be the healer of history.
She will be the lover of now.
Her magick will move mountains.
And her love will live on.
But first, she must let go.
First…she must bleed.