Death Nesting - Bitterroot Charm

Grind the root, steep the leaf, boil the water for the grief. Smoke the sage, let it rise, carry sorrow to the skies. Honey drips on bitter tongue, ancient songs we’ve always sung. Every herb, a whispered name, every flame, a holy frame. This is the charm, this is the cure, what the body breaks, the earth endures. No silver pill, no doctor’s hand, just the medicine of land. Willow bark for bone and pain, elder flower for the rain. Lavender for sleep and rest, thyme to mend a broken chest. Leaf and stone, ash and clay, take this sickness far away. Blood to soil, breath to wind, heal the body, soul within. This is the charm, this is the cure, what the body breaks, the earth endures. No silver pill, no doctor’s hand, just the medicine of land. Bitter root, bitter root, carry me through. Bitter root, bitter root, I come to you.