Rusty Nail

 

Count on this

I will show my teeth

Growl at things that are different

Howl at things that are missing

The night sky has no Moon

I burn to claw and bite white skin

Lay on your back, even in the snow

I limp on this paw, step into fresh pain

Impaled by something

Corroded into my flesh

 

Don’t run, don’t walk,

Curl into the blanket of earth

With the warm smell you know

Close your eyes

Just until

 

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