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.
posted by Gerald on September 17, 2008 @ 8:36 am
this is a bear just….
a grizzly, polar, black, or just a bear…
nice one…
i really like it…
posted by Hannah on October 12, 2008 @ 1:04 pm
I just love your writing.
posted by Ami on November 19, 2008 @ 1:33 am
Your poetry is interesting to me. Different actually. Keep it up though.
Btw, I been to your site before. xD
posted by Dizzy on January 2, 2009 @ 4:43 pm
This is amazing. :)
posted by Chris on February 5, 2009 @ 12:02 pm
Interesting and quite thought provoking writing.
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posted by Taylor on February 5, 2009 @ 6:28 pm
I wonder if you’re writing about a mountain lion or an ex girlfriend.