Wild girl

The Wild Girl

She is brave
And crawls into the tight crevices
Between the ticking of the clock…

And finds herself wild,
Running with primal lust
Inside ancient visions.

The brittle bones of trees
Grind her feet
And scrape loose her sediment of sanity.

Through the mist of greyscale silence
She can hear the call to witness
Her original face.

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