I find edges and openings
like crevices in tree trunks
as places to hide
breaches to slip past
the violence sitting calmly
in the open air
as if fangs snarling
hungry for blood
were common place
bones cracking and
snapping beneath
domesticated jaws
like plates dropped
from slippery hands
into fragments
fragments of me
and you scattered
across the floor
(January 4, 2017)
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