Bewildered I find myself
creeping through the dark
searching for something
creeping through the dark
searching for something
I fear to unearth
suddenly
in the beam of a dying light
lying pink and flaccid
on soft black ground
long, cold, slimy
slipping through my fingers
snapping like an elastic
back into its hole
snapping like an elastic
back into its hole
I rise to my convictions
my boyfriend
can hunt
night crawlers
alone.
~
DSW 17
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