Hunter’s Camouflage

her skin all full of broken soldiers. her eyes sick with war. the bullets whisper. their words frail. all blood and holes. pieces of skin everywhere. her body a crumbling trail.

the animal snarls. the hunt dismissed. the meat rotted. her empty belly angrier than ever.

the box is sealed. its contents still unknown.

we don’t dare look inside.

pressing the clay as the sickness seduces. sculpting our truths from our softest lies.

solving each other with ever deepening cuts.

leaving what remains for the blood to decide.