Flash #2
It is within the darkened door that I observe life. I breathe in the dust of others with cobwebs that cling to the bridge of my nose and eyelids. Blinking is not an option anymore. I am too afraid what I might see if my sight renews itself. My feet pad the dewy wood, slinking.
My vixen Mother stepped on the frosty grass with her already rough and raw paws. She found a gentle grove far away their rattle and booming. Cutting claws scratch,into the earth. She grits her teeth feeling her belly roll,carving a hovel in the ground. Impregnated with the slow killing that is another litter.
Quicker now, fighting dehydration she shapes with the roundness of a cave. When she is done struggling,growling to God she crunches the ice outside. Feeling the crackle in her mouth, relief somehow smacks her on the nuzzle with sarcastic indifference. Crawling now, into the den she yawns curling herself around her swell as we rob her soothing quiet.
My vixen Mother stepped on the frosty grass with her already rough and raw paws. She found a gentle grove far away their rattle and booming. Cutting claws scratch,into the earth. She grits her teeth feeling her belly roll,carving a hovel in the ground. Impregnated with the slow killing that is another litter.
Quicker now, fighting dehydration she shapes with the roundness of a cave. When she is done struggling,growling to God she crunches the ice outside. Feeling the crackle in her mouth, relief somehow smacks her on the nuzzle with sarcastic indifference. Crawling now, into the den she yawns curling herself around her swell as we rob her soothing quiet.