i did not see the sinister vines of reality creeping up my legs curling around my waist tendrils whispering through my neurons.
i had no idea that humans could be wolves. awful circling beasts bearing teeth and claws hungry for blood.
these humans blind you with their trickery and lies so you do not see the blood on their hands.
i was a woman turned big eyed doe being stalked by her predator confused afraid in hiding
while the hunt played out the woman continued to love. this turned out to be a sad state of affairs. the woman and the doe became one… blind…trusting…loving
when massive jaws crushed bones and stopped life both woman and deer died.
the wolf lives. the wolf thrives. the wolf sacks rome.
from the ashes and the bones of the woman and deer was born a mythical bird turned not so mythical.
she soars she observes she remembers she contemplates she does not understand
but she must continue forward on beautiful wings someday she will love another who soars another who loves
not a mangy dog that crushes the bones bleeds the throat of the woman who loved him.