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When We Mourn the Wild

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Unable to sleep knowing that daylight is violent,

Revelation waits with sharp teeth

The wild will go on

 

I offer up the plot of my life under the harvest moon 

She will carry me away with the tides and release me from this realm

I drowned in the stars waiting for the end

 

Smoke burning the eyes

Laboring to birth purpose

 

Wet in the menstrual blood

Teeth bared on iron

 

Drink the blood of your enemies they say

 

over the game of Corpus Luteum