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She dances alone within the forest’s embrace
Every movement a swirl of agile feline grace
Here in this moonlit glade where she is safe.
Her companions come on soft silent paws
Accepting her completely despite nature’s laws
Ignoring her scars, darkness and human flaws.
She runs on fleet foot quietly behind the pack
All senses fully alert from her eyesight’s lack
Flying like the wind she never once glances back.
They may find her someday out in this desolate place
This essence of wildness wearing a semi-human face
But never would she willingly rejoin the human race.
Every movement a swirl of agile feline grace
Here in this moonlit glade where she is safe.
Her companions come on soft silent paws
Accepting her completely despite nature’s laws
Ignoring her scars, darkness and human flaws.
She runs on fleet foot quietly behind the pack
All senses fully alert from her eyesight’s lack
Flying like the wind she never once glances back.
They may find her someday out in this desolate place
This essence of wildness wearing a semi-human face
But never would she willingly rejoin the human race.
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When I was a child, I was afraid of ...
When I was a child, I was afraid of walking home alone in the dark. In the winters, especially, just walking home from school was something that truly terrified me. It terrified me, as I was a child with a great imagination. Not seeing what was around me in the woods I would have to walk through to get home only made it worse. Because even when I couldn’t see, I could still hear and I could still feel. I could hear every little noise that was created by something out there. I heard the wind rustling the trees, the crunching of snow under my boots, and that godforsaken rumbling and rustling I would never know the origin of.
During my lo
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Metus
One flat night, the wind stilled itself like a breath held in the worst kind of anticipation; the moment when you realize, too late, that everything has gone wrong with every carefully laid plan. Every alibi come to naught in the face of something far too dark to even be given shape: gloried in the feverish tongues of those men who spread their crazed scripture to those who pass beneath their perches just out of reach.
Fear.
The word dances across the lips of the multitudes, washing away serenity and sense, slathering a coat of ashen sludge across our hearts and burrowing into the mind like some virulent maggot, squirming for that last litt
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Naming Shadows
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance” – Socrates
When I was small and the chains binding my soul to this body weighed on me heavily. I believed I had a memory of a wonderful place, a place full of light and soft things to sleep on and to cover the body. There was love too from figures much taller then I with hands not too soft or firm. As I grew and the chains that bound my soul seemed to lessen and that impossible memory began to fade until it became a forgotten dream lost in the dark places of my world.
I am not alone. There are others
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