I have waited on the bare island of no dream for so long, expecting the golden fruit to turn into diamond and start to sing when exposed to the perfect light. The one that glow during the last day of the fall, just before the nights are longer than the days.
I have waited for the raven of the east forest to join me and curve his neck under the palm of my hand to find warmth and care but refusing love and tenderness.
I have waited for the wolf of the north to give me his eyes for my future journey into darkness after his fang will stab me deep in the neck.
I have waited for the snake of infinity to feed me his never ending perfection through poison and fever while screaming your name.
I have refused to rest and forget, but I forgave you a million times over.
I have made my skin like an armor and my bones like swords to battle for you and give you all these forgotten treasures you are ignoring blindly.
I have soothe the beast at the gate of your pain so it won’t trap it into your heart because suffering needs to run free like a demented child until it is too tired to go on.
And finally, I have honored your cruelty and praise your rejection, I have swallowed the insults and the anger, concentrating on your pain.
I am not afraid of you “La bête” …because all you see in me that you reject so violently is in this distorted mirror you and only you are facing.