Hunter
- fujeanelle
- Sep 25
- 1 min read
Perhaps she wanted too much
To be defined- craving a name
Existing only adjacently- flashes of candor
A scattering of Azalea
In a deserted Eden
She lost her scales
Iridescent and beautiful
To become a smoother thing,
pleasing and agreeable
The price of retrieving
Is fervor, eternal castaway
one thousand deadly suns
Time is a scepter
She presses her forehead to
The roaring earth
Phantoms pour through skin
She walks through mist and sinister jungles
Name between her teeth
Like a skilled hunter
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