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Awaken

Awaken.

Breathe the night.
Faint smell of smoke.
The woods.
Sounds of leaves, rustling.
Distant laughing.
Rhythmic footsteps.

Awakening heart.

Beating, beating, beating faster.
Steps like sound of drums.
Heartbeat pumping blood through veins.
Blood swooshing,
thumping, drumming in your ears.

Breathe.

Slowly breathe, air tickling your face.
Feel your arms, your legs, your body.
Cold limbs, waiting to warm up,
waiting to wake.
Heart beating faster.
Able to move.
Slowly rise.

Awaken.

Cold wind, steps moving faster,
heart beating faster,
skin feels air, night, rain.
Feast on the impressions.

Awaken.

Dawn is near.
Rise faster.
Stretch your arms.
Feel the blood whooshing through you.
Lean back.
Lean forth.
Reach out with your arms, your legs.
Feel every movement.
Feast on your hunger,
your thirst.
Slowly open your eyes.

Darkness.

Shadows. Shapes.
The smell of the night.
The blood in your veins.
Cold wind on your skin.
Heart beating.
The sensations of movement.
The hunt begins.




First published here.
One of my very first poems.

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