You are so domesticated
with your blender
and your bamboo socks
your nose has forgotten
how to hunt the air
your skin is shy
your hands cannot endure
but your beast is inside you still
you drag a million ghosts behind you
your bones remember your ancestors
your blood remembers
how to boil
let it out
you will not be devoured
you will simply
yearn
this is why creativity was invented
a safehouse for shadows and truths
an excuse to thunder
so be wild in your art
no one is watching
tear into the flesh of your inhibitions
come undone
you will return to yourself
but with epiphanies
of desire.