“The 8th House is the house of Pluto, and Pluto does not ask permission.
He claims. The psychic invasion accompanied the emotional knowing: “I am no longer safe. Love is no longer pure. Something just changed forever.”
She descends.
She learns to breathe in the dark. The voices of comfort fade into silence, replaced by whispers of ancestors, ghosts, therapists, shadows.
She weeps, then rages. She unravels.
She digs until her hands bleed with truth. She transforms.
She becomes the keeper of emotional mysteries.
She starts to mother herself. She unlocks the powers belonging to her bloodline for centuries.
Those times when she died, it’s what made life so blood ripe”
Cherry














