Underneath the Hunters Full Moon.
I crouch cramped freezing around the smoking fire.
My drum skin taught tight
Only a harsh sound will it rasp.
Unsettled Souls entangled in their fright fight
Against the night.
I share the hurt of my heart for a mother's love.
For me. For herself.
So this is love.
Grief that was never allowed
No longer wishing to be haunted
It is time to forgive.
And so I am my mother's daughter.
I am me. Not her.
Underneath the Hunters Moon.
I am the Hunter and the Hunted.
I am lips parted baring teeth white
Sharpened by the night.
May all Souls find Peace.