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Morbid poetry part 2: The Pack by mariah pompa


Poetry 3 2017

Mariah Pompa

4/28/17

                                                                       The Pack

The trees tremble,

Branches creak,


A thunderous sound,

Bloodied feet,


The resounding pulse,

All of one mind,


Snow stained red,

Sharp teeth shine,


The air won’t hold,

Always gasping for breath,


Jaws ache,

Fingers claw,


Remains of the kill,

 Bloody maws,


Howling with pride,

The pack runs on,  


Man and beast collide.

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