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Jun 1
my grandmother turned grapes into wine
barefoot in an Italian garden, she'd chant to the vines
her favorite was red, the color of roses and blood she said
I learned when I was young
that money wasn't the prize
I learned to see through my fathers eyes
he'd pull me outside to look up for awhile at orion's belt
its the most love I ever felt
this is how I came to be

moon blood woman, I change with the seasons
and every phase, I try to find the reasons
for the pain
moon blood woman, I let magic have its way with me
dancing with the darkness is how I find beauty
but the truth is, its easy for me to see, maybe im greedy

my favorite hour is midnight, in between two days, two fights
I am also Celtic, in my veins are trees and Irish moss
spells and stone circles, Ancient stories of loss
I learned when I was young to warm someone up if they were cold
give my shirt off my back, to be good, to be just aΒ little bold
my mother told me a gift can be giving to someone in need
its the best thing that she gave me
this is how I came to see

I loved many times and two times felt a mans heat
Laid bare my heart in a summer passenger seat
sold my truth and mistakes and I was addicted to tangling up my hair
I Left my pieces everywhere

Part of me is a myth part of me is a golden mess
Im not clean anymore like I was when I wore my confirmation dress
Every shadow of myself that I see feels more like a sign
Of the sunlight I keep inside
or is it shame
dad says life's a game

moon blood woman
moon blood woman, I change with the seasons
and every phase, I try to find the reasons
for the pain
moon blood woman, I let magic have its way with me
kissing the darkness is how I find beauty
but the truth is, its easy for me to see, maybe im greedy

at fourteen, I thought of carving my pain
its sad that blood from a wrist can stain
I told a friend seeking light
but she turned ugly and shamed my fight
and then I found her years later
and she was just the same
cutting deep into my name
but I ain't here for shame

moon blood woman, I change with the seasons
and every phase, I try to find the reasons
for the pain
moon blood woman, I let magic have its way with me
sleeping with darkness is how I find beauty
but the truth is, its easy for me to see, maybe I'm greedy
Nicole Castaldini
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Nicole Castaldini  33/F/New York
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