Tuesday, December 4, 2012

The Howling

The wild, the willing, the free.

She took to the blue
and saw
everything.

The breathing, the living, the need.

She played in the muck
and felt
calm.

The absence, the empty, the good.

She ran from them
and took
nothing.

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1 comment:

  1. Heather OstlerDecember 13, 2012 at 4:40 PM

    You are such a good writer, Aubri! Keep it up :) Also, I love the background picture of this blog.

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