this is far far from finished, but i needed to see it typed.
Ad ma Soror
Two birds built a nest of briars,
Hid thorns with down and laid their eggs-
Three.
Baptized in blood
From the mother's tattered breast.
The first hatched a songbird
Praising even berry bright blood in
Sweet songs of wonder.
She dreamed of flight and beauty.
The second hatched a serpent,
Sinewy and sinister, beast of woe
His fangs found that songbird,
Piercing wing. He who never hoped to fly
Ensured that she would fall, sacrificed
To those heinous coils masquerading
Among feathers.

The third hatched among such thorns
she looks skyward, stretching wings.
Fly away, little bird!
Flee brambles and fangs and falls-
Do not glance back at this fallen thebes
That was your prison; do not pay for their crimes
But find freedom.
Fly!