Bats escape with thunder and force from the mouths of the wretched and dark caverns
They scream their final proclivity
It echoes dimly into the damp of the eve.
Flapping batters those who stand in the way
Endangering the fools who are curious and seduced about what lies below
It comes desperately….the desires
They erupt randomly with heat and sulphur
Sadness and sorrow that the folding of arms, were held firmly against the heart, instead of opened and welcoming
Pain binds me
I long for you when it’s grip tightens
I long for you…
….and no other….
In these moments,
I wish for you and your understanding
For the holding of your hand
For the kindness of your face
For your steadfastness and strength
For your wisdom and for your words
Little Wren 