How Long

How Long

A Poem by The Poet of Black Wings



Bite.

Chew,

Gnaw.


The fabric flesh tore so easily.

Almost as if

It had never been together,

At all.


Hands bloody,

bones aching,

skin frozen.

He couldn't help but

Bathe in the heat of

The rabbit's heart.

Crimson red

Trickling down his body,

The fire of which faded slowly,

like his mind.


How long had it been?

Since his last meal?

Last snack?

Any sort

Of comfort,

Really.


How long,

Since he was lost

In this unforgiving wood?


Sanguine

And

Winter white,

The only colors

The child could remember.


Savage and feral.


Gods.

How long?


© 2017 The Poet of Black Wings


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Added on August 2, 2017
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Tags: gore, wild, wilderness, forest, blood, survival, boy, bite, imagery

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