rake gag

the woods at night
trees darker than the twilight
dripping off the horizon
slow steps feel the path

the languid crawl of some large unknown
splintering fallen limbs nearby
higher functions impress
a docile fellow nocturnal
while pushing down a fluttering pulse
and the kinesthesia of adrenal excreta
that recall the animal chained

afraid to end
a finger plucks the hidden blade
and smile
thoughts of leaving
red palms on dormant ancients
under a moon this lonesome
to the sound of air fighting
through blood-choked trachea

reverence to the oncoming inevitable
if this is it, let it come
the scent of ocean and last year’s leaves
perfection more important than fretting

a branch cracks beneath something heavy
and suddenly

sorry no. 10 is a bit late, typing drafts into a phone takes forever, did write the damned thing on the tenth though, so.. :p


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