Her and the Wildman

She cut her teeth on one wildman’s fantasy
Surging upward through her past
Abandoning those who would abandon her
Clinging tightly to her wildman

The non-believers have gone
Leaving a bad taste in her mouth
She is forced to swallow her own blood
And the sometimes bitter juices of her choices
This, though, cannot stop her now
She continues to defile her past
For all it pretended to give her
Still she braces herself for his future
Her future with her wildman
Her and the wildman and their future together

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