The nails of rabbits are coiled around my neck,
Shimmering, I exhale into the night.
My breeze trickles in the vespertine space.

Voices claw at my spine,
they climb up my throat,
they silence the thoughts.

they cradle me,
they sing to me.

They tell me I am not human.
My mother is nothing.
They plan
to take me back home.

They say I am formed by the one with willow cuticles
they tell me I am of branches and wild coyotes
They tell me mother's honey is weaved with lies.

The nights are enveloped in my breath.
I dream of flowers and milk,
my hair sparkling in the midst of a windy October.
The leaves crushing beneath my steps,
The wind carrying my soul away.

The soil swallows moonlight,
My pores inhale the aura of my fantasies.

I wake to grasp my place is not here.

Mother is not fond of the flowers I pick;
Her name dances beneath my tongue.
I never open my mouth so it never spills out.

My heart aches...
and I wish to leave.

"There will be a cascade of voices and feathers
the night your mother falls.
She will utter a curse upon you before leaving."

They spoke to me.

"Your heart will wither
and you will inhale our breath.
You will jump the tallest garden of blue waters.
Your body will grow weary before leaving.."

Finally
I will return home.

"It is then you will live eternally amongst us."