i don’t regret what i’ve done
as the blood rolls down my leg
doesn’t mean i won’t grieve
the fox comes out and bears her teeth
and tears the bird apart
regret
The Wolf Eel
Words from the sea's ugliest creature
i don’t regret what i’ve done
as the blood rolls down my leg
doesn’t mean i won’t grieve
the fox comes out and bears her teeth
and tears the bird apart
A Manifesto of Non-regret
Admittedly, I’ll get it wrong more than right
But I will call it, embroider it, or embrace it
As circumstances dictate
Even the cuddliest bears have sharp teeth
They are a package deal of realism
To be alive fully, that is all.