I went to see the psychic man

Who told me to eat.

He said your body isn't strong enough

To carry the souls to earth

That are calling your name.

And he drew my hunger out of me

As I sat there like a pale shell

The hunger that says more, more, never enough

The devouring that stamps her feet for more love, more food, more pleasure.

That sends them away with their head low

Away from the cave of longing and endless depth.

The hunger I am scared to let loose

Incase I never stop.

Death and destruction and start again

Once a month.

Women can do that, you see,

We are used to tearing things down.

Turning the seeds of ideas into a river of blood.

It's rushing out of me through the dam they tried to build

Mother River

And She is Me.

- Jenny Wren