the stench
his breath
no more

my soul pants
it draws in long deep breaths
void into void
as i run from here
no car
nothing packed
a bus pass that i can’t use after six thirty
an eldest child
i’m free
wild

i leap at first but after a mile or two my steps gradually get smaller
slowness embraces me
in the pause between breaths i am called
connected
there is warmth around me
tingling sensations flow through my spine and down my legs
those fondling wraiths are at it again

can this golden light teach me?
it seems to have a purity about it
a persona
love earth
love heaven
love others

with my soul unified again i roam for awhile
but
the banshee calls me
through the hills
and i cannot leave her alone
any longer
wailing like that

i return home
never able to quench his thirst
insatiable
despite my deep love for him