What’s a final
gasp to
a wounded mind
deciding to test
sacred ground?
What small thread
from weave
unravels the seam,
consoles
a jealous love.
Interferes
the flight –
the flight of a dove.
Vampire lust
over fleeting Prey.
Prey – fleeing,
dismissed,
cast adrift.
Overcome –
the blood,
drawn,
warm.
Warm, red
tasteless.
04/08/2019
A female bird leaves her young unattended to find food. While away she must bargain with potential predators to protect her defenseless offspring. Her breath of fear is the same breath of conquest. It is the cry of the pounce. It is the gasp of the flight.
Who is Victor? Is it the Escapee who can now decide to forgive? Or is it the Champion who contemplates the breadth of the spoils of their domination?
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