Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Death in the Woods

Ah, to be the ceaseless beast
heart thumping, pulsing,
hungry, humping
just because,
not needing anyone or love
not a thing sucks,
no words worth
repeating
when the Blue Jay
sounds alarm
300,000 leagues away
closer to life and death
farther from anything
neighbor Doe will ever know.
He knows no better
but you're the piece
of meat
lobo teeth
locked on your throat,
dragged to the ground
spewing fluid
gurgling
suffocating
miles from cliche
you smile
knowing this was how
it was truly
meant to be

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