I am what

Mother        am I        no longer Daughter        am I just
a half-breed breath        caught behind wet        pursed lips      that somehow
clawed its way out?        a soul full of teeth and        chipping thoughts
a body-not-quite-in-body        transfigured        transmuted        transubstantiated
with an unholy        yellow-and-white casing        roaming barefoot
through a dense        dark wood        leaving what-creature-is-this? tracks:
they speculate about        a woman        with branches for hair
strands stretching thick        into deep        tarry sky        a Strange        Cold Woman
with haunches that bristle       like Wolf        who shrieks       like Raven
look into her        misshapen eyes and feel ice gather        up your walls like vines

Mother        please        tell me what You are        so I can        name myself