perhaps it is the lack of contingence
the folding into oneself
perhaps there is a cap on one's contentment
and the barest of utterances
perhaps it is the desire,
intent on leaving her riddled with maladies
for it may be that she is the kind of girl
that will only feel belonging once bequeathed to the forest
and imparted to the wolves
the folding into oneself
perhaps there is a cap on one's contentment
and the barest of utterances
perhaps it is the desire,
intent on leaving her riddled with maladies
for it may be that she is the kind of girl
that will only feel belonging once bequeathed to the forest
and imparted to the wolves
perhaps she just needs to break away.
