Afterlife: Ursus arctos
She bares her teeth in recognition.
Her skull halves meet in a suture that flows like a meandering river, and she without her skin and you without yours are red cousins. If she snaps her jaws, you’re standing too close; she’s nearsighted and may knock you down for a closer look. If she claws you open she’s searching for the forests you swallowed. Relax. If you die, then she’ll cover you with leaves and protect you. - Susanna J. Mishler from Termination Dust (Red Hen Press/Boreal Books © 2014) |
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