The Hunt
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blood between my fingers
the eyes of the prey, closing in death
the sisters moons taking the colors

black
the earth under feet, rich, heavy
trees bent by time, entangled with vines
damp swamps, spreading until the darkness takes them on the horizon

green
leaves against my skin, as I run
gossamer of grass, thick, enthralling
the smell of spring, agitating, maddening

red
blood between my fingers
the eyes of the prey, closing in death
the sisters moons taking the colors

the victory
the painted world, wild roar in my head
hiss escaping my throat

I feel so ALIVE

//   Article written by skekMal  //