Moon-eyed

Weird Poetry

She waited there,

Mad

With hysterical laughter wilding in her belly

And blinking stars laying kisses on her damp cheeks

At the foot of the howling forest.

She,

A moon-eyed woman

With wolf fur under her nails

And raised hackles beneath her pearlescent skin,

Could feel the awakening trees from her heart

And knew their branches were already outstretched

And making their way towards her bare dancing feet.

~~~

❤👽

~~~

*** Let’s ring in the new year with a good howl, why don’t we?!? And pucker up… but don’t get your lips caught in my teeth. ***

*** Aaaaa-Woooo! ***