Primal urges
crash headlong through thickened brush
branches cracking
dry leaves break the silent hush
stars flicker
breathing drowns the heart’s swift beat
claws, teeth
yearn to rend that still warm meat.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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So nicely set in words of power a great metaphor for primal drives. Loved it a fave
Nicely said.
Very good lines took me to Struggling with something challenging
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