Pep talk for the modern woman.

The pines feast on their own sap and the blood I spilled before them. As I wipe the gore from my blade on the forest floor I have flashbacks to the women of old whose souls run in my veins. I am a warrior, I am a viking, pillaging the men who’ve trespassed against me. I do not forget. I kill, I avenge, I pray.

[Written November 14th, 2016]

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