California is burning again, crippling areas near my hometown. The stress and worry has left me very weary. Distractions abound, but they are more welcome than usual, so when I stumbled upon the Daily Prompt, I said, “What the hell.”
Here is where hell led me.
my nail[claw]s are too long—
a caress there, a hand here
and crimson speckles skin.
Stray here, fall there,
no girl will know a gun, not from me.
I am a place of being, but
the being always comes with time,
cloaked in queries — where am I,
where are they,
where are you,
o wise faun?
the wary are welcome, but you _____
do not trespass here,
you, you, and you, over there,
come for the bounty between their legs.
I know why your daughters avoid you—
they think the [d]evil li[v]es
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