the sheath, white

coating pale skin

as moonlight discovered

her wholeness

spreading out over the river.

-

the depth, craved intrinsically

like the blood that gave life

beneath her flesh,

was sought after

in the midst of madness

and concrete.

-

She bellowed deep

within a forest

a jungle

her home

feet, muddy and quickened

with a worry of returning

to a stale world.

-

but beyond imagination

she lived there

still.

under the waxing

and waning moon

between the trees

and thickets

against the cool

pull of the river.

And here she gathered

a sense of peace.