The need to go within a wounded mother wolf would-be pups pawing from her womb The emptiness of knowing quiet of Earths tomb the need to curl the need to sleep The dearth of light a lack of luster roots in the room culling the bite
Tag: darkness
Shifting
I. Oaken mold of trees Blood to rotting roots Baying on the ridgeline She-wolf hides her skins Skulking peeking cautious Takes on human form Changes with the moon Seeking fresher carcass II. Bred into the soil And bones bereaved of love A skeleton of winter And icicle drips Lofty slopes Her lair is dug Where trembling saplings Plead for sun Darkness here This Stygian wild Fed from grief And the trickling springs III. Weress woman Hides her skins The deepest trunk Of the eldest tree She dons them again On New Moon Just reclaimed From balsamic And so the cycle Meager existence Mountain heart Crevasse bound
Serpents Delve
I build things and then destroy them There are no endings Only a serpent spinning Is there a light at the end of the tunnel I can not Will not Long for it Darkness encircles me Darkness is me Melting into a cave of quiet My slick limbs smeared onto walls of stone This heart beats toward the slithering gold That pulls and taunts me toward its luster