Predator  /21

 

In that life I was a cat.

I brought an offering to your door.

 

The gift was not food.

Rather, it was a part of myself,

my being,

to sacrifice life for you;

to celebrate the token of self,

 

to remind you that this time

it is flesh which counts,

a document of the turning into,

as we turn out our friendship.

 

The choice was mine:

to scavenge or to stalk.

I, like you, chose the predator

 

because for us the time is bare

and blood is a gift from heaven.

 

 

21.

 

 



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  1. Mike HilerFebruary 13, 2021 at 11:50 AM

    Posting three clips today to kick off "Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors" and it's companion festivity: Valentine's Day/2021. For those of you who like raw emotion based on past relationships, you may find something here or then again, you might not. Anyway, I've got 17 more of these remembrances to post and then close out this chapter of PUSH. Come on guys, I could use a lot more "comments" here! But naturally, since no one reads this, I guess i get what I paid for, not that Blogspot costs actuall moneys. (Mike Hiler)

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