Suffocation
Is what these tight walls offer
A cage for my creativity
A damper on my soul
Lights bounce at 12am
Sirens shrieking through my veins
And I remember why I'm a small town girl.
With hands accustomed to soil
feet accustomed to pine needles
And a heart that sings with the wind
That nips the larch's branches.
Sleep evades my mind
Which is so used to the sound
Of wild waves rushing over rumbling stones
The dissonant singing of the stars
The quiet
stalking
prowling
night of the forest.
My body aches for darkness
And the sweet subdued which is lost
In a city where wilderness has been suffocated
And the hustle
never
*ends.