In shaky hands she walks on Shadows flickering on the walls Dark figures stretch down tunnel halls Monsters come alive in the depths of estranged minds And deep down in her very soul There is a wild fire, burning strong Engulfing the curtains of darkness Where her fears hide behind.
Not until steping closer. I realized that I was in the palm of your hand. I left my parachute without regret, Moving one step closer staring down. I deeply wanted to understand how free love was. Standing here, Realizing how high up everything really is. Your palm sustaining my weight. I wasn't at all anixous. Now thinking that the wind could have shifted me forward before time. Constantly aware that at any moment. I will close my eyes and lean forward. Pass the ridges of pants and tile floor. Leaving behind everything I knew best. My comfort zone. This was me falling in love. This was me overcoming my fear of heights Forever in debt to the strength of your hand
It waits for the exact moment to lunge at its prey hidden in the ferns and fauna fangs like butcher knives lodged deep in its throat a gurgling sound is heard through the dark shot of brush whistling the trembling leaves. And there’s not one or two, but three of them, crouched low so near to me that I can hear their heavy reptilian nostrils breathing in and out they are my nightmares ready to devour but I am not scared because they are only vicious creatures in a dream and I am a dinosaur wrangler and I know what I’m doing.
a full moon doth shine through my window sweet sublime I am cleansed, repaired, inspired for myself I care, love and admire I rub oils into my skin and apologize for my reticence, my fear and by the light of la lune I let the whole world in again.
