Saturday, September 12, 2009
the woods call out to me. Mother darkness matriculates me as i step into her. I cast aside my humanity and instinct takes over reaching into every corner of my body. I no longer worry, i no longer think, i simply feel as i step into the forest cover. The knifes cold steel is no longer separate from my body, it becomes like bone fused to flesh, i can feel the leaves tremble through its wake. I am on the hunt now, hidden beneath my mothers veil, my breath hidden by the leaves, my movements blurred by the blankets of darkness. I am free to move at will, free to peer through the night, through the heart of things to their true nature. I am not a puppet strung along the strings and guidelines of an ailing society but by the nature of the beast that seeks to live, that seeks to be for being sakes. I hunt, my ears open to a world that did not exists before. I can hear the mice scamper underfoot, the birds sleeping in their trees, the deers strolling the ground before me, it is their lives that i want. My breathing slows and comes to a still, a whispered gasp against the night air reminiscent of the ocean waves grasping earthen rock. I am silent like the breeze, deadly like the venom coursing through veins, i wait, i want, i listen. She approaches me without second thought, as though i am not there, for in my mind i am not. She stops beneath the tree where i sit to grasp her surrounding and in that moment she is mine. I drop down disregarding pain and using gravity as my weapon. I spring upon her with vicious intent, we wrestle to the ground but there is no escape, no sanctuary from me. I plunge into her throat and take hold of her life, i feel the pulse i see it in her eyes as they regress. I strip the life from her and call unto the heavens in triumph. I am whole, i am fed, i am now what i was meant to be. I kiss her flesh tasting the game like no other hunter would, kissing the blood for the nourishment it holds. She is my love and my savior, my teacher and my mother, i will pay tribute to her for it is her flesh that keeps my flesh whole. If only you could understand, if only you could experience what i say. Perhaps then your fears would be washed away and then you could be reborn as i have.... We are more than what we think, we must do to be complete.
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