My soul breeches the edge of survival-
primal passion threatens to 
take her prey without mercy –
Without care for those
watching
pointing 
staring
judging
 
Instincts- a hybrid of mind & emotion-
tell me this is the only way to really live
To not allow my soul to be crushed 
by the patriarchal corner stone. 
 
Crouching, contemplating, cunning-
I wait for my moment, for the unexpected kill.
For the moment I will teach my daughters 
that our hunger can be fed — if we
dream
grow
challenge
and risk  stepping out of hiding 
to take what is ours…
 
To nourish our bodies & our souls.