| phoe's dreams |

[phoe]

Sticks and stones might break my bones,

but words burrow under my skin.

Wounds on the outside will heal and be gone,

but spoken wounds fester within.

[phoe]

This kin has no naming dream at this time.

[phoe]

This kin has no naming dream at this time.

[phoe]

shadows in winter
stretch out their long arms, raking
cold claws in the earth

[phoe]

No escape from the hunter,
No escape for the prey,
The hunter sleeps during the daylight,
The prey is hidden away.

The hunter will find prey no matter the cost;
the prey often pays with its life.
But there is no escape from the order of things
the cycle of struggle and strife.