1 year ago. January 5, 2023 at 6:27 PM
The world is a cage, my dear. It's bars are made of work,
obligations, commutes, holidays
norms.
They keep me contained. Restrained, my dear.
Frus.trated, stressed. Hungry.
The world is cage, but night is a key.
Darkness, release, and invitation to hunt.
In dark, the bars disappear, my dear.
And the wolf is free
to hunt to taste to smell to nip
to mark, to claim, to bite, my dear.
The wolf is free to take. To rake. To slake
our mutual hungers
my deer.
