carcass on the trail
the ribcage emptied, still red—
my own heart beating
January 12, 2016 by Rosemerry
carcass on the trail
the ribcage emptied, still red—
my own heart beating
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged death, life, poem, poetry | 1 Comment
What a great image on that last line, so much life in it that expresses both the horror and the realization.