written out in blood.

[L] Appel
[L] Appel
Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read
www.takeyouwild.com

[The day after the solar eclipse I woke, to love — written out in blood.]

I’ve always been like this.

Waking — afire with endless sticks to make it burn. Tossing and pitching horizontal, as the one I yearn for — somewhere across an ocean.

But does he think of me as I am? Like a thousand birds waking from a single, shared roost?

Me : throbbing— the inside of my thighs, the outside of my thoughts. A sampled line, weaving its way along in decades of song, never quite leaving you.

Legs thrown, away — I rise, just bones — in a hazy, deja vu-like memory lit silver from the day before.

The bed I sleep in isn’t mine, but my dog lies next to me — nose to fingertips at first note of mama stir.

No matter where I am, the wild wakes — and right there beside me.

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