I lap from puddles,
tasting of blistered bark,
teeth green from the moss
deer abandoned.
Fed the fire with Walden,
Its spine snapped
like a rabbit’s neck.
Ash branded my palms
with unread philosophy.
Soon it will be winter.
I’ll freeze stiff: a fallen carcass.
Unless poems hatch inside me,
larvae splitting bone from within.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 6:42 PM UTC
I lap from puddles,
tasting of blistered bark,
teeth green from the moss
deer abandoned.
Fed the fire with Walden,
Its spine snapped
like a rabbit’s neck.
Ash branded my palms
with unread philosophy.
Soon it will be winter.
I’ll freeze stiff: a fallen carcass.
Unless poems hatch inside me,
larvae splitting bone from within.
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