#1 SOUCOUYANT* (a womanifesto)

as it is written in the dew

one early pre-dawn, a soucouyant, after her night errands flying around as a ball of fire, hesitated to return to the safety of her skin. she had spent the night fulfilling the mission of the universe, traversing the skies in a fire of red hot passion and using her ample lips to carry out blood transfusions to purify her community’s circulation, sucking in and spitting out all of its poisons and toxicities. yes, communications to behold. 

- Jouvay? Jouvay! Jou paka ouvay! Daybreak? –

once these words came out of her mouth, in the split moment of that hesitation, a new world had been created. she did not know that she had created a new world through the crowning of this darkness before the dawn, as an awakening dissolving time and space, as ‘jouvay’. a creation story was started on that first ‘jouvay’, a creation story with all its treacheries and teachings. for she could not avoid the breath of the little school boys with big ideas and over-sized teenaged teeth gnawing down her neck, waiting with deadly salt to sprinkle the insides of her empty skin. her lonely, empty skin propped by a stone waiting patiently for her, next to her parked Nissan under the silk cotton tree, if she entered after the first light came up, that would have allowed them time to sift through fingers and thumb their spray of salt unto her bare, naked skin. and she knew once that happened before she entered her skin, on entering she would immediately combust and go up in a blaze of glory. the small boys of circumstance and situation, in their stiff khaki pants, blue shirts and polished shoes, would be in their glee, for as usual, they know not what they do. she knew that there is always a fear of the one who is alone. so quickly, in that semi-darkness, under the acrylic limbo of pink and blue, she entered her skin before the first light one more time and once inside the frame of those tender and weary bones she knew she would be safe. safe behind the silenced alarm of the vehicle, she eventually reaches past her bedroom door to sleep for a while. she could hear the electronic feedback from the shrill laughter of the bright boys scampering away. and so she knew she was spared on that day to continue her journey of cleansing, maybe flying around town for yet another night. soon.

(more to come)

*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soucouyant