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May 2014
I have never needed you
more than right now, in this very
moment, covered in blood and ticks
and grass.  You must hear me thumping,
beating my need on dead stumps that smell
of your **** and gunpowder.
I need you. I have always needed you.
Your teeth slit my fur and I need you
still. Your mouth is my everything,
the warm safe of heat dragged straight
from your lungs with a rattling wheeze.
I don't know I just have a lot of feelings tonight. Inspired by Rebecca Hazelton's poem series on Fox and Rabbit in a way
Written by
featherfingers  swpa
     Brittle Bird
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