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Where the Wild Things Are

December 20, 2008
By Anonymous

Smooth gliding pen does not release the caged beasts of insecurities, gnawing on my insides. My twin in simpler form is more accepted and less of me. I can't control, won't stop, don't let up, should never let down. don't let me down, little girl. Avoid the cages, the writhing forms inside are yours forever and yours to tame. She stroked one's heaving chest, accepting to never rest, she rode the wild one home. Bound, they and he and one was whole. Unable to fear, but likely to avenge, returning to the conclusion in order to make amends.

The author's comments:
This piece represents a certain part of my life, a more mysterious, darker side, I think. I like it, I want to investigate.

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