A hardened shell of sticky fur,
the likes of botched taxidermy
writing on the winter roadside
in shades of brown and red.
Limbs frozen on frost pavement,
coagulated hair and bone bushels
that point every which way
like some grotesque compass.
Once graceful torso reduced
to raw anatomical chunks,
scattered about stained snow
and in tire tracks up the road.
Eyes wide in perpetual fear,
glazed with crystal flakes
pulling pupils downward
into fate’s cold embrace.
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About the Creator
Jamie Wilkinson
23 year old writer/poet from Montreal, Canada.
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