power
pain
love
lust
extremities flaming
not unlike a cross upon a pyre
not unlike a bird flying in the sunlight
not unlike the snarling teeth of a tiger eating its prey
not unlike the words that come out of our mouths and the people gasp at our honesty and wonder who the hell gave us permission
There's no answer for you
I can’t tell you why I started down this bramble path
lined with grassy knolls, and heather
But it also has the ocean lapping at its shore
And I see my mermaid friends off in the distance
Wondering when I’m ever coming home
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