The Hunt
Eyes grow wide, sweet adrenaline Coursing through, a strange rushing Of hot blood, primal thrills In every bounding leap A sadistic desire to consume And in devouring be devoured. […]
Eyes grow wide, sweet adrenaline Coursing through, a strange rushing Of hot blood, primal thrills In every bounding leap A sadistic desire to consume And in devouring be devoured. […]
( A story inspired by “The Vastness of The Dark” of ‘Island’ by Alistair Macleod) The rough skin of my grandfather’s hands stretches taught over crooked knuckles, bones cobbled clumsily […]
Claws raise to chasten Salt-steeped timbers, As breath tears at sails And cold nips at fingers Prurient vessels, Come to snatch Guarded treasure, Meet the sentinel. Dark tendrils […]