the wolf won’t allow leaving

in this pack / he is / the alpha

there is / no amnesty / for mutiny’s

pins me down  / by the  / scruff of my neck

the punishment is


the bear won’t protest leaving

in this den / he has / no authority

there is / no cause / for objection’s

waves me off / with a / kiss to my wrist

the goodbye is


the butterfly follows

in this forest / she is / the constant

there is / no direction / no destination

 but if you leave / we leave together

a. duncan, 2016

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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