Death Time

She came again...in her character she is not black... She is like a powerful Rainbow...never coming in a same manner nor same colour.

Death.

She is a Rainbow Serpent sliding between layers of me, spiling her transformative poison into places that pulsate with pain, routine, trauma, stagnation,knots of emotions.
Her poison opens up all that has been closed for to long, disolves all that seemed to be fixed, stiff, all old skins on parts of my Spirit...

Nothing stays the same after her dance...

Nothing is valid anymore...

No name really calls me...

Only ashes of old selves left ..as I watched her flying away... Rainbow Serpent ...