bjarna was growing.
although her legs grew in length, her muzzle had stayed shorter than those around her. boxier. unbecoming on what features dared to teeter towards wolfish.
she could no longer ignore the way she did not look like mother bear.
or gunnar.
or taktuq.
every time she looked into the river, she saw the disjointed way her body had come together. so she stayed to the meadows, the trees. she avoided herself.
today the distraction was following the trail of a herd that had crossed by. she had dreams of being a hunter much like mother bear.
although her legs grew in length, her muzzle had stayed shorter than those around her. boxier. unbecoming on what features dared to teeter towards wolfish.
she could no longer ignore the way she did not look like mother bear.
or gunnar.
or taktuq.
every time she looked into the river, she saw the disjointed way her body had come together. so she stayed to the meadows, the trees. she avoided herself.
today the distraction was following the trail of a herd that had crossed by. she had dreams of being a hunter much like mother bear.
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?
note: bjarna speaks broken english at best.
icelandic will be italicized with translations on hover/click.
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