trapped

 

bare

 

ly

 

e leven

 

all

 

bare

 

foot

 

in

swamp             l a n d   s o f ve g i t a i on   an d   thorns

 

the dogs , the foot s t e p s, nearing each breath of panic,

 

lured into

th e     

fool s t rap, rope d rip ping my ankle skin raw r e d high above,

a

nd

consumed

sm(ch)oke.

 

my dangling years gasp i n g   from their   t o x i c

relief,

 

the junk (push)hunt(ers) captured   me,   unknowingly cornered up into this bound

hanging                                    death.

 

bare

they smile at the catch, bleeding the red dry until it is blackened hole filled crust.

 

while the fire fills me with the ir   s m o k e,

I g r a p p l e w i th   tearing flesh chains, desperate for release, wide eyes squirming,

the bank collector below,

taking my life s days last,

clawing

my

way

 

(but        bare ly enough time to get)

 

free.