a n i m a
wild to be inspiredaxel cruickshank
she leaves car crashes, tremors, firestorms
in her waking
the smell of hers arouse
metatemptations, aztechtonics, a thousand empires fall
sinking continents
in the sway
the swerve
lykos hunts
for the organ baring
blaring truth
like hunt
raw nerve staring mate
child to be adored
she gives nineteen, she takes one for
her anima
the sight of her teeth, odors of the rut
manna infestations hallusssinations posse
shuns, blinks and runs down her face
2ooo
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