Hyena Child?

I lean over the scratched out windowsill you ~

Fell from ~

Tumbling spirit? ~

Alone ~

Fighting the net of my dream ~

But I think you’re fearless now ~

A roaming beast, ~

Or boy turned wild, hyena child? ~

While here I am ~

Sore in the nest ~

Soothing the marks that you left

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