Carnivorous Landscapes
I'm well-seasoned but marbled with green
Trending to get in too deep too soon.
Don't recognize the coils around the soul.
Until there's blood in the ice-cream bowl.
I'm a fatally flawed fawn in carnivorous landscapes.
A charity case orphaned from my faith.
Can we still call this living?
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