Stockworth Posted November 30, 2015 Share Posted November 30, 2015 Hi everyone! This came to me after a harrowing experience on Coastal Highway. A little dramatic embellishment might have fleshed this one out.still steamingthe remains of the deerbrought us togetherin the cutting cold windthe wind cuts like a bladestalks the fringes of my coatspies the little placesthat might let a little bit of heat outto be eaten by the snowour weight sends ripples through the rimed sea-surfacebut a butcher's work can be donebefore the ice opens upand lets hypothermia increaking and groansfill the white-out darkand a snarl of white teethlopes out of the foglupineeyes twinklein the sputtering glowof the last road flareteeth snapand the ice barks its discontentfingers that shook like my grandfather'sinch down towards the rifle stockfinger bones that grew in my mother's bellycrack with coldas they form the never-familiar-enough gripof a hand ready to killa muzzlefrost-shot and weatheredfloats through the eddiesbetween the battered sightsof an old .303the ice sings its displeasuretwo steps closera lungea tightnessa cracka coldnessonly one hunter remains Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bethany Posted November 30, 2015 Share Posted November 30, 2015 Very nicely done, thanks so much for sharing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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