but you don’t understand, i have found love
I know I emerged from the fire
but what is flame to me when
children can be made from stones and ashes?
I’m not one for the rush of the waterfall
and all that gasping for breath.
I’m not one for the rapids
where you tumble through rings, veils, sheets
bury yourself in that secret quiet place
and rouse to birthing suckling twins.
what is darkness to me when I am of light?
but I am one to trust—fall—leap into cold waters
shouting, It is the Lord!
throwing off fear like a garment
flying toward this bonfire
without virgin sacrifice.
I am one to press the holes in his hands
say alongside him, hey, baptize me
on my own terms
for we both know embodiment of spirits like ours
call for nothing less
Ellen Huang (she/her/hers) is a lover of fairy tales light and dark. She reads for Whale Road Review and is published/forthcoming in Kissing Dynamite, Tealight Press, miniskirt magazine, with confetti, Sword & Kettle Press, Moonflake Press, Wrongdoing Magazine, Royal Rose, Necro Magazine, and Amethyst Review, among others. She also has a tradition of initiating people into the Over the Garden Wall cult following. Follow her geeking out about movies on a spiritual level here.