honey dripping from your lips, eyes forward, as you proudly ravage the kill. men run in fear as you lick your incisors slothingly. it’s too cold to function normally this time of year.
you can’t remove the stingers from your nose. this would be considered bittersweet.
you can smell hikers. you decide to stalk them before you go to sleep. next season, you wake up like a career drunk. there are clothes between your claws,
and you have visions of mauling two helpless twenty-somethings to death.
there is no regret.
this is a bear just….
a grizzly, polar, black, or just a bear…
nice one…
i really like it…
comment by Gerald on 09/17/08 at 8:36 am
I just love your writing.
comment by Hannah on 10/12/08 at 1:04 pm
Your poetry is interesting to me. Different actually. Keep it up though.
Btw, I been to your site before. xD
comment by Ami on 11/19/08 at 1:33 am
This is amazing. :)
comment by Dizzy on 01/02/09 at 4:43 pm
Interesting and quite thought provoking writing.
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comment by Chris on 02/05/09 at 12:02 pm
I wonder if you’re writing about a mountain lion or an ex girlfriend.
comment by Taylor on 02/05/09 at 6:28 pm