Love is a coyote and a hummingbird

poem with a love note attached.

A lot of time has passed since I've been in this space - i.e. Substack, Social Media, the Public, etc. I am looking forward to reintegrating and sharing more creations with you. I expect that reintegration will be slow, very slow, especially because I am navigating more change as December weaves its sparkling tendrils through this foundation. What is exciting is that I've been starting to write again, a brilliant sign that we're slowly coming to life after such a tough health year. With that, this might be one of my favorite poems I've written in a while. It's short however I'm already dreaming of a PT. II. (Yay). I hope you enjoy and truly, I hope nothing more that you're hanging in there okay in this wild world. 

Love, H.

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you told me 
i love you 
on the new
moon

i couldn’t
muster the
courage to
say it back 
till she was
full,

blood red 
and bountiful.

/

maybe it’s 
the witch
in me,

obsessed with
a sacred cycle

maybe it’s
the woman
in me

the one
who left 
when i
turned 
thirteen 

cause

i’ve been
blood red
myself

ever since.

/

maybe it’s
the repetition

of a
fairy tale
gone sour 

cause 

there’s a
sword where
peace should
be

a cruel
story
 
imbedded 
into the
fabric 

of this 
aching
body 

so

well

/

maybe it’s 
the trauma,

wiggling
and
snarling,

afraid to
be left
behind

and oh
i know...

as i gnaw 
on your
open wounds

mouth 
dripping 

heart 
skipping

...

maybe it’s just me.

~ hannah haddadi

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This Substack is a continued love letter to Sacred Death about the complexities of life, death, and the in-between from the viewpoint of a specific Persian Death Witch. Thank you for taking the time to read this love letter with me. ~ Hannah Haddadi {they/them}

Next essay: Coming Soon.

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