Poem by Amelia Arce
It was a solemn night.
The type you walk for meditation
and enjoy the twilight light dew.
I went for a drag
Eyeing him on the corner sucking on life.
Cottontail, devouring, crimson
and unsatisfied appetite.
The hairs on my neck
I let him bleed out and take the life away.
He is full of ticks and treats,
A sugary bite and its’ your deceit.
|Sub-Medium||Printed on pressed wood, highly glossy finish.|