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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