The Wild

The dynamics of my childhood played out before me and brightened like a circle in my mind.

Mother, Father, Daughter

  Father; misplaced, forgotten, besotten, lost in the wild

  Mother; heartbroken, savage from living int he wild

  Daughter; unwhole, yearning, running, screaming and shaking in fright of the wild.

We are still animals, hurt by the viciousness of the attack.

Overwhelmed by the stakes, frought with anxiety and terrified of ourselves.

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