Feel Or Die
morality sits on the nose
of this blind man
an option of intrigue
is there for the taking
that call, that lure
from a feral hunter
to a wounded prey
soliciting capture
as I reach for the ignoble
the knees, the elbows
the betwixt, the between
a door to an orifice opens
revealing our imminent doom
Copyright © Ricky Muse | Year Posted 2020
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