Ravenous greedy Hunter camouflage scent masking spray crouching in a blind not daring twitch a muscle or scratch that maddening itch ears listening for proof of life insulated layers keeping out cold just.
Where’s the justice in this lust? Not hungering for meat on the hock, not requiring skin for blanket or tent. Leaving bloody gore outlining in chalk decadence of a kill wasted in the time of want.
Carving out a lone trophy marking today’s date as holiday on the celebration list. Caressing in a naked palm with neon orange glove removed reclaiming holy relic for the glorious church of one.
Weighing while contemplating its infuriating pulsation devoid of body and mind beating on in rebellious fashion. Growling at its insistence despite the gnashing of incisors. Was It satisfying dear heart? How big is the empty haunting your woods?
Hi! I write poetry and short stories under the pen name Carmilla Dawn. I’m a bookworm and a music and tarot enthusiast. When not writing, I can be found goofing around with my husband and kitty Freya, hanging out with my online sisters and friends, playing solo ttrpgs, jamming out to tunes, and binge watching videos on YouTube.
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