[DROP] something radiates

Lena

let me wander
with the ones

Oh, she’d strive. She wouldn’t bend. She wouldn’t break. The forest inched over her, and then basked away, as if the nettles and thorns were never there, and suddenly her fur could feel the cold, the ice, the beckoning of claws in glacial expanses. She could survive in that midst. She could dream in those whims. But was that what she wanted? Was that what she needed? Speculative fox eyes narrowed, and had to coax the thoughts behind – to save it for another round of slumber, to coast on ice shoals and veneers. It wasn’t for her today.

So Lena inclined, raced, chased on through, heading forward.

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Lena goes straight!

who are tangled in stars
and tethered to promise