Totemic

janavarcholova:

Totemic

she was here

when I was ceasing to be

when she heard a throbbing drum

an alarm bell jangling

when it was dying away

saliva was streaming down her mane

 

and she ran in circles – along a dream

until I believed she was one

 

now on the floor in the corner

I pet her steaming matted fur

 

she is ceasing to be

and I stopped turning her

into a dream

 

for a moment

she is not – I am not

 

we are beginning to understand

(illustration: http://barboraidesova.tumblr.com/)

Source: janavarcholova