Hounds Tooth

Out of her hounds tooth, slanderous slobber Utilizing her foot paws, she toenails the ice Transcending into the deep, would surely silence her Save her chattering mouth tick, accompanied by cracks Imagining each step twice, she cautions Daring looks backward for telling traces of breakage Evil had yet seen what lurks beneath Reels she, with pitch and rotation falls full Slipping into the creature’s fang, she rolls Unnerved, she hears the crunch of her rule, changing hands Matching her closed mouth to the pain Morph-inflicted through another, Oscillating she disappears immeasurably Near death returns to the belly If consequences denounced, are affirmed Naked will, is gliding through the torrential waves Grub-Broken spirit, is no longer her concern Terse, having but one breath to gasp Once tender morsels are regurgitated Reminders of a coward’s prayer Trip, fall silent amidst the internal hate Usurped they press forward, amongst forgotten names Rusty pieces dance between the guiles of myth Eventually Repositioning, once again Swallowed up by impregnated blame Twice In shadows, neath a flowing stream Obtuse this float, the entrails, tail and claw Gather near the bend of endless screams Evening tide the beast is but the devils dream There is not, in truth, just here, as all there is Heartfelt vile sup-positioning in formal fashion Encased in hollow howls of woe and misery Re-envisions untold atrocities here on planet passion Total Fiction Submitted for consideration in Deborah Guzzi’s “Something wicked this way comes” Contest