stories from past winter

Wished myself to the depths of the den

Looming presence, air shut tight

Meet with the head of the pride

His teeth blaring naked white

Growls formed into words

You came after all the said lies

You believed the implanted illusions 

Guided with greed, you flew

from the safety of the forest

skin, eyes and soul, all of you, present now


Beast revealing, different forms

different man-made lies the world has accepted

all boxed into a hallucinating bottle coated with pure gold


I am here

In the belly of the beast

I am here

hear the growls of lost souls

I am here

fervently seeking a way back home

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