Hunter
you contain essential vitamins &
nutrients for growth, sustenance &
taste. i am not a reckless hunter
i do not waste the spirit, the sin.
i stir it up in milky soup, lathered
in hungry saliva, sprinkled with
venom. trust is bait that lays through
days, growing warmer & warmer;
i know your weakness & i seek
to exploit. the closer you come
the more your shadow grows &
the less i can see, no hesitance;
in the moment i imagine i am
free, burn the fence, run. when i
awaken, i am hidden, full, dripping
with satisfaction- no logic, only
reaction.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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