the wildlife
in your bones
aches to
be unconfined
looking to
feed on
blood like
sweet nectar
waiting for
the perfect
words to
wander through
the meadow
type
delete
type
backspace
*sips coffee
begging for
something
to jump into
her head
but getting
distracted by
all the coffee rings
she’s leaving
behind
*takes long
deep breath
watching
through
the trees
there seems
to be some
movement
down in the
valley
type
space
type
space
type
adds an exclamation
point
or 2
or 3
getting ready
to pounce
*to be continued…
-From her book, Awkward years
Lady on a Wire 