My soul breeches the edge of survival-
primal passion threatens to
take her prey without mercy –
Without care for those
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
and risk stepping out of hiding
to take what is ours…
To nourish our bodies & our souls.