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My heart howls softly at night. {poetry}

{Photo: gaiaonline.com}

{Photo: gaiaonline.com}

By Shenok.

My heart howls softly at night –
Calling, incessantly calling
Through the forest of my ribs
For the piece of it gone missing.

The sound echoes like distant music
Through my waking mind,
Twining around every thought,
Sinuously squeezing breath from my lungs.

Quietly she whispers to me –
Reminders, memories –
Of how it felt to be whole,
Beating strong and wild.

She will not let me forget,
Fragile and pale though she is now,
How it felt to soar, and fall with grace
From the verdant canopy overhead,

Landing gently on the earth below,
Buoyant and pulsing with joy.
She will not let me forget.
Always, she howls for me.

And I howl back.

*****


ShenokShenok is an ever-evolving student of the Universe, linguaphile, rhythmic artist and a Thursday’s child. She enjoys the throb of music in her bones, sunrises (when she’s awake for them, anyway), puppy breath and getting lost between the pages of a well-written book. You’ll most often find her in those dangerous places only the pathologically curious dare to go.

*****

{Owwwwwwwwwwww.}

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