The Art of War

The thought of crow burgers and sweet potato French fries with a side of raspberry vinaigrette, pork rinds and lima bean lacquer in cocktail glasses liberated her...
She longed for something illicit in its audacity,
And a little abstract, unaccepted.
Obsolete yet resolute in its insurgency.
...Contraband philosophies for brunch at midnight.
She danced in the twilight all by her lonesome while blades of grass crept between her toes like lovers locking hands on dance floors.
The celestial inhabitants were her audience...she basked in the skyline’s Cimmerian shade.
And ran bareback through the haze of artifice...
On that evening freedom came like sunset on the desert sands.
She found clarity in obscurity.
And this is her rebellion...
Her supply for their demands...