wolfgang (creepingdose) wrote in retrofitted, @ 2010-02-03 17:29:00 |
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of the lions had me shaking. quivering like the mangrove leaves in a weak breeze. a bead of red. an unverified orange, the pink of a dogs gums, the top of a sputtering flame. it danced like a blood red fly, waiting to land on something that'd instantly turn into a corpse. shudder. this is a bad game of tag. my last? a cold flurry on the crown of my head. i got that feeling in my gut, that burning vacuum, that boiling in my core. poaching time. a few hours too early for the rest of the cubs; they'd be listening to those loud pounding songs and those funny american movies. oh, i liked that one where he killed everyone, he was so smart— if they find me i won't be able to do those again anyway. what was that? oh, just gentle lapping against tree roots. |