Wish. I wishi wasn't here
with nothing inside me.
I wish
i could feel something
other than the edges of a gnawed hole, bloody and raw.
I wish I could dance wildly through flames, throwing my head back, hot wind and ashes in my hair laughing screaming wildly and looking at you, all of you, all you normal people, and that I could hiss and spit and cackle and throw more bark on the bonfire and leap around the spitting embers while you cower in your shadowed corners.
I wish for a heath on a hill where banshees howl and wail, and we gather in the evening, in the night, and celebrate our rites. We dance and cry with glee, sounds that chill you to the bone, and it is your turn to cringe away, your turn to be afraid.
I wish I could take the stone out of my heart
and put it in your soul.
