she skips across the field
hair aflutter and silent heart
legs all springy
and she delights
in her feet
kicking off the heads
of those yellow flowers
hoping they’d all gang up
into a yellow headed war
against her knocked up knees
as she crawls
and trawls
through the tall grass
in search of a burrow
in wait of a scavenger
a deathly creature
a thin starving thing
to sink its teeth
and make her feel
any-fucking-thing
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