How have I come to be so lost in these woods?

As the evening draws like a freshly hemmed black dress my steps start to slow. Without the hazy fruity skies I am left to my own devices in the dark. 

Something grabs me and pulls me close. Its fur tingles against my neck as it licks my ear and drool slithers about my collarbone like a noose.

I unleash a burning sound that scalds my intestines, tears my heart and rips the upper layer of skin from my throat. 

This motion domino's forth and suddenly I am breathing fire.  It won’t last, I can’t control it. Yet. I use my weak breath to light dry leaves and hurry to light a substantial twig until I have a torch. 

The night is young and so am I. At the quietest rustle I swish around like a timid fish in an ocean. I can only see darting shadows but I am not alone in this wilderness. 

When will day break? After miles of directionless wandering, still hopeful, I take rest.  Panting from exhaustion, covered with mud and debris, I beg for water. God is gracious. My mouth swells with saliva and I drink.  I gorge myself like a beast on my own fluid and this gross ambrosia runs down my bare breasts. I appear animal but this is a baptism. Don’t be afraid of the dark.