Thrash and Flail

Gasping for breath,I Thrash aroundTo stay afloat. Within this dilemmaOf broken thoughtsAnd bent wills, My dying body is theDichotomy of nature'sReason to kill andTo breed. My flailing arms, myBubbled breathing andMy aching joints are witness To the need of theGoddess of wilderness toFeed its hungry souls. The strength of myArms, the extent of myLungs to …