Feeling like the raven hours of the night
The air twists around her
It spirals towards a familiar
But confuses them both
What she receives is distorted
A thousand snakes over sound
Vibrate and shake her for a feeling
Pulsate until she reacts
She wants to exist in several worlds
But none can contain her anymore
So she stays, writhing
With the snakes, the sound and the twisted air
Feeling like the raven hours of the night
Until she knows what she is
To him, to her and to you
(image from we ♥ it)
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