Musings on Animality
“Vogel” Feeling the stretch and spread of wingsAs they unfurl from my sides.Strong quills expand and contract,Like extra digits from my clawed hands.Crest rises and lowers with the ebb and flow.Iridescence shimmers across feathers;Catching and reflecting light to unveil a spectrum.Colors swim and swirl like oil in sunlight. Feet raise,
“Freiheit: Escaping the Shadow’s Feast” **WARNING: self-harm mentions Images, instincts, desires, drives, and sensations; not words. Verbosiveness cannot capture the essence of it; The ferality, animality, and chained creature beneath flesh, blood, and bone. Muscles tensing in periodic waves Clenching and flexing digits tipped in claws, As they seek solid
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“Feral Fire” Calm is interrupted as a threat is sensed before me, Yet equine thoughts of flight do not surface this time; I am not prey, I am not a victim to run away from this. Felinity thrives prominently, edging toward defense; Knowing that I will not strike, but the
“Threshold of Escape” Eyes flash open, pupils wide and alert. ‘Something is wrong’—my senses plea to me. Familiarity is gone; safety and sanctuary are suddenly lost. The bright open fields have been left behind and I find myself where I have stood before; A place of vague familiarity, for I
“Hooves Beat as Hearts” The haunting call of the Run echoes perpetually within my ears—instinctual, innate, a lasting yearning that resonates throughout my being, throughout my soul. Held within it is comfort, safety, and survival. It’s solace to the herds I’m spiritually bound to. The herds of a thundering percussion
“Reverence to Thine Spirits Within” Within the obscurity of night’s embrace,Shadows cast across the land tremble and danceIn the spotlight of the Moon’s aura,With the alluring touch of the wind’s swift breezeAs it sweeps through the air, through the trees;As it sweeps across my flesh—their fur, his feathers…our soul.My eyes
“Slumber’s Peace” My soul suffocates by its own body’s breath.But may the Flutes mend my lungsAnd breathe the precious air of serene life into my soul,So that I may continue to thrive,And thus, fulfill my longing destinyThat I have finally chosen for myself. May the beating of my heart’s drumsRelax
“Serenade of Serenity” Upon the luscious air arose a faint whisper;A delicate voice that danced within the wind.An essence of life lie buried insideThe echoing depths dispersed from the Earth’s lungs;The lungs of an angel—a goddessOf beauty, strength, and serenity. Her gentle whispers of foreign chantsSwam through the air as
“Endless Quest” The drums pound their majestic rhythmsTo each graceful step she placesUpon grass…upon snow…upon destiny.She bears her every burdenAs she valiantly pushes ever-forwardThrough her lifeTo honor her will and strengthAdorning her soul on her pathwayOf her Endless Quest. For centuries, it seems, she and her kindHave felt so lost