Elemental
The sun wants my soul.
The moon wants my body.
The earth wants my blood.
Fire, air, water mix creating air so thick it chokes me,
time stands still.
Nothing is clear,
the haze impairs my vision, my thoughts.
Searching, reaching a hand out to clear the mist.
Walking the path blindly, letting my senses guide me.
Will I emerge bleeding, soul less, alive?
Running from the sun.
Basking in the moon.
Feeding the earth.
(2014)
