Running amidst the untamed grass,
Her soul wild and free,
She gives no fucks for society’s demands,
Her true essence, once reclaimed, she breathes.
Ink soaked eyes,
Fresh dirt under sharpened nails,
A warm, soft underbelly,
Resounding howls and wails.
Naked under a silver moon,
Limbs open to the sky,
One foot rooted in the wet ground,
Her spirit untethered, never tied.
The rhythm of her feet on the forest floor,
Fearlessly liberating her own course,
A reckoning, a revolutionary,
A mystery, a magical life force.