the boys who kiss and bite
they are the brilliant ones
who speak and write;
She ran for a long time, lungs burning, heart pounding, mind racing. What else could she do? So much had passed between them in just a few short hours, and she needed some distance. Even as she fled, Sen overwhelmed her in every sense. His scent was in her fur and in her nostrils, his eyes were bright in her memory, and she could swear the warmth of him was still gently leaning against her.
The forest thinned around her as she ran, becoming less familiar as time passed, and eventually she could recognize nothing at all. She had passed through the Midwestern crater without pausing, but she slowed to a trot after its lake was far behind her. The grass grew long, filling the gaps between the trees, and it tickled her underbelly.
Here she rested, sparing a moment to gather her thoughts and catch her breath. If Sen had followed, she had outrun him. If he hadn’t followed…the idea filled her with a mixture of relief and sadness. He had indeed carved out a spot in her heart. And now it was empty and aching. She sat in the middle of the grassy field, the wind whipping her cinnamon fur out of her face, and allowed herself to grieve for loss of him.
they sing in clever tongues
oh, how my knees go weak
to be the one;
H U S H
five ** soul ** home ** |