Today’s poet — Me
The Future At Night
I can hear the night breathing
Come to swallow me up,
Eyes unblinking bright across the dark field,
Cool breath
A gentle clack of teeth.
Silence so loud it buzzes and roars
And sparks the air
Between night’s jaws and me,
Feet cool, shoulders warm,
Coyotes rejoicing a kill.
Where is your warm shoulder
In which I bury my head
Protecting myself from questionable salvation
And protecting you from the endless blackness of the night
As it hungers, unfed,
Unfed.
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