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some days, you reek of desperation
untamed and uncouth
your pheromones precede your steps
seasoning the air like good food
for those hangers on that stick around happy to devour
any crumbs your next misadventure might leave behind for them now
your mind is barren
no inspiration to be found
your bloodshot eyes widen at the metallic taste in your mouth
distorting your taste buds so you can’t tell the bitter and the sweet apart
the pack follows you in the shadows
into the deep, dark woods
drooling for lost souls — on the prowl
are you the hunter or the hunted? perhaps — both faces are yours
did the wolf really hunt red riding hood — or was it the other way around? ask yourself, ‘whose story are you living now?’
you are a wild heart, an Ocean flooded with nightmares and dreams
built to survive city nights and all the wildness of the wild
with the armour of light woven into your soft skin — you forge forward with the reckless abandon of an adventurous child
