SeleneSkye

from some of us they are desperate to extract the wild to suck the stories from under our tongue sugarglaze our wounds bandage the weeping captivation of a midnight audience for we bleed better than any other us wild orbits who hide the wolf in the aorta and the scream of a horse over a canyon wall under the paper thin exuberance of a rib and the forest yes the forest of a thousand grimm tails are baked in every roll filled with the jam we stole from the witch's windowsill and secreted away inside the dreams of Briar Rose; wild things are hidden every where and they are beautiful don't anyone ever tell you elsewise cop