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There’s a black lab in the back of a yellow farmhouse. She’s crying. She’s terrified. She keeps trying to run away. Why won’t she stay content! Look at the food I ingest, it’s intuitive eating at its highest elevation. Pure potent connection of body and brain, the purest that this land can possess. And this land can have anything she pleases. Look at how she enslaves the rest. Spoiled brat! At least I know what I am. Bet she doesn’t even think twice, the price of her elegant disposition. “Where was it made? Who’s doing the work of living in comfort for you? What is it worth? What sacrifices are you making exactly? When’s the last time you’ve gone a single day without the screen screaming, invasion of your sight. What are you seeing? Do you remember the violence that you inflected on an innocent creature? What exactly is innocence anymore? Non-existent. Don’t look at me like that, darling girl. You had your run on the thrown. You had every part of my body and soul: your own. Wasn’t enough? Tough luck precious boy, you’d say. I’ll take that innocent gesture of gifting blind. You chose to be taken. Can you honestly say that I didn’t warn you? Look out baby! I’m coming for the night. I am only one night at a time. When I wake, my entire existence starts all over again. Guided by my dreams only. Are you intimidated? Ha! Don’t be! Just do the same. Do anything you damn well please. Piss off, will you; I’m trying to read. You had your moment in the spotlight. You requested my presence. You claimed to own me. I came running. It was the soul’s desire to worship the ground on which you choose to stand. I walk all day in the trees. I never lose my way. They are so different to me, the opposite of human beings. It takes a lot to find the ones left singing their own song these days. Nobody’s looking up! What the fuck is wrong with your face kid? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Do I remind you of a child, you used to know? Too damn bad, aint my toxic waste to cleanse. You stuffed that shit between your own teeth without thinking. I cant save you sweetie pants. Save your damn self! Leave me alone! I’m writing.” She flirts in memory. “Finish the story Sage. You are driving me fucking insane!” I obey. “When you summoned, I was too young to recognize fate. I sat in a dark bar with my back facing the entrance. You were just drunk enough to make an acquaintance with your intuition. So naturally, you stumbled into my lap. Your hand fell on my thigh and squeezed before you could think twice. You pretended not to notice the tears in my eyes. I believe every word spoken to me. If your lying to yourself, its still the truth for me. You’d say, need me. The dog is shaking under the porch. With every lash she screams out in agony. She is terrified. I feel empty. I feel everything.” I’m not afraid. “Your never afraid. I’m not impressed. Fearlessness is the very first step an infant takes. You’ve only just begun. Our love is beginning. Do you feel me? I am learning your preferred method of communication. I sit in silence almost all day. I picture a boy with a humming bird in the palm of his hands. He’s begging me to lay him down to sleep. It’s been awhile since he’s eaten. He cannot refuse me. I am coming into my own. I think I remember. Juniper! I think that I remember the beginning. There was a black dog. A spoiled brat was abandoned by the only woman he’d ever love, mum was never given the chance to learn love. The dog was beaten raw every time she ran away. Her skin welted under the strength of his baby wrists. He grew strong. He didn’t stop until she forgot everything. When she relearned his violent tendencies, she set him free. I remember you. I hate you! I love you. I fucking adore you, you sadistic little shit. I’ve been a long time. Where have you been?” I giggle. “Daydreaming. I like the way your jeans sit on your hip. I like your dance moves. I like when you turn life into a song, whether it wants to be sung or not. I like the way you capture the night in one glance gifted. Your darkness sheds light on the best parts of me. I like that you can’t stand the sight of that fucking place without me. I like your hands in the earth. I’m in love with a Capricorn. I know, chances are slim to none that the air could settle perfectly on your skin. But don’t you want to step outside of that stupid room anyway. Self-imprisonment is masochistic. You make me sick. You don’t want to hurt anyone. I know. But what if it was I? What if I had tied my own feet to bed before you walked back in? What if it was snowing? What if you caught my naked body on our bed, from the corner of your eye; how excited would you be. How fast can rip your gloves and throw your coat on the pup by the fireplace. I’ll even cuff one hand above my head. I will open my heart completely to be known by you. I’ll save the best for last. What would you do with the reaming fingers freed? Would you take me as I am? Would you like to dance? I think we could make a fucking beautiful scene, if we didn’t save all our dreams for sleeping.”