we still sprint through the park with our tops off
with hopes of belonging to the wind
our mouths wide and grinning
joyful shrieking like banshees
ravaging silence from the siren space
within our throats
we vanish into the trees become the shadows
hardly able to speak or breathe
sides splitting – flaking bark
barking back at neighborhood dogs
howling untamed with them
a leaf-limbed pack of teenage hyenas
I love the sense of freedom this brings. The abandon in which we seem to live in our teenage years.
Thank you! It was written with one of my childhood best friends in mind – she also paints/draws these beautiful tree nymphs that look like the photo prompt for this hour!