Isis Unveiled Poem by Zyw Zywa

Isis unveiled, not her mask
of gold, but truly, her soul
in my naked body

the energy of the world
undresses me from inside
loosens buttons, smoothens

internal bumps
fills dents and cracks
and unscrews the lids

of my wounds, licking them
slowly with love
away to thin scars

of lost unity
with what I thought
to be outside

Here I'm standing, before my throne
daughter of heaven and earth
safe and free in my breath