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
release
breathe
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

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

a branch cracks beneath something heavy
close
and suddenly
nothing


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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