Poems writing

The Heart as a Stag Torn Apart by Hounds

a heart is not a

way to tame something fierce

when I was young

a pack of wild dogs ate

the livestock at my school

even taking with them

the llama that spat in my eye

one cold morning

your mother is back in town

leaving notes in paint chips

about love and other demons

I have been waiting

for the right moment to collapse

in a room without men

days when

something other than self-importance

became big enough to swallow

you never asked to whom or what I belong

which is for the best because the answer

is nowhere near the surface

my heart is an animal

bolting at the slightest disturbance

when it is dark

I send prayers to the forest

and yearn for a being

I do not know

Artemis, cast into shadows,

had a twin brother

who became the sun

became a reminder

of how to hide

love from a man

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