so slither away
like the snake you are
feel the terror in your tail
as she, the hawk
scours the field for you
and picks you out as her next
victim
YOU ARE READING
solivagant
Poetryyou are the words left unsaid on my dry lips the whisper of something i wanted but could not have
golden fields and bloody ground
so slither away
like the snake you are
feel the terror in your tail
as she, the hawk
scours the field for you
and picks you out as her next
victim
