Alive

cancer, the lean wolf, white fanged




yellow eyes




fear, inside-my-bones fear




as it rushed me




right now




cancer is the best hunter, teeth in flesh, the wound spurting sunlight




it chewed, dragged me, chewed; stopped, raised its head, turned and left me




dazzled




the wolf, head low,




trotting away on the ridge




down here, dry, dull tundra





for now

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Published on April 27, 2014 10:26
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