“..and i run
under the cool, many-eyed gaze of the night
i run until i feel my heart will beat its last beat and tear through my skin
my fear as dry as the dirt in my mouth.
i lower my antlers to the pool
and drink the stars.”
From poem “Skin,” Lynn Hardaker.” Illustration, “The Hart of the Forest,” by Adam Oehlers, watercolor, pen and gouache.
Text and image source: Edmund Dulac https://www.facebook.com/189134157844043/posts/2908651562558942/