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Hunting Season

Does he know what they will do when they catch him? There is no hyperbole, no limb from limb. He will be dead. That is it. Pray for your lover if you pray. 

Hunting Season

She circles around the room. Back to the wall and eyes from the fire she moved with purpose. This is the night. She is home here and he is lost. 

Hunting Season

The mud covered his boot. It became brown on black. The man fell forward. He thought his body would splash apart like glass when it hit the ground. There was red on his collar. He imagined this year he would spend the winter on the coast. Waves would move around him in the surf and his back would be watched by a caring lover. 

Hunting Season 

When the clouds move away we will go outside. There is that smile. Such a pretty girl. It will be okay, I promise. Our star will burn away the dew. The leaves will bend back and cover themselves and you will not see them when they crunch under your boot. This is good. 

Cover me in your embrace. This is hunting season.