I imagine death as the last welcome step
of a winding sojourn
to prostrate before the she-wolf
I have sought out all my life.
I imagine myself as a faded creature,
grey with time.
And She understands.
Her fangs generously gather
what small protection,
inutile against them.
I exhale as a final contribution,
and swiftly she releases me
from the precious limits
I have savored long enough.
Rivulets of what once held me
fill the Earth again
and I return
Home.

© words and image | Megan J. Alexander

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