a novelty of the hunt

the wolves are circling

my wounded doe heart

there’s exit strategies laced in the veins

of the withering autumn leaves

that I’m too weak to decipher, somehow

a hostage to the pack

tragic captive fauna

with unapologetic crossbow scars

who rebelled against the false bottom

of my forests floor

a miserable shelter

now a fate inevitable

instinct accelerant and adrenaline

 delusions of gnashing teeth

stalked in revolution

they seem to revel in the scent

of my vulnerability

a novelty of the hunt, perhaps

my last words

everything and nothing

all at once

“for freedom.”

a. duncan, 2017

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

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