I know that if I just dig deeper
carve enough of myself away
a pound of feathers and a pound of flesh
when all is said and done I’ll find an end
Maybe with a magic spell scratched into my bones
or voices out of dead silence that come crawling
to whisper their tales of eldritch things
lost in a slumber which every step forward seeks to break
awaken and beckon those mouths that hunger
Come forth all who lie in sepulchers below
to feast upon this world alongside the living dead
I saw a rattlesnake in the wild today. It rattled at me and everything. Maybe ten feet away from me. It’s the closest I can think of that I’ve been to an animal with the capacity to kill me. Second closest was when I was snorkeling and a few sharks were in the water with us. Could probably get away from the snake more easily than the sharks though, even with flippers on.
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3 responses to “No More, No Less”
Great piece as always my friend. Loved these lines
“Maybe with a magic spell scratched into my bones
or voices out of dead silence that come crawling”
My mother was bitten by a rattlesnake when she was very young. Her older sibling somehow knew to tie the only ribbon she owned around my mother’s leg just above the bite. They made it to the hospital in time but it was close.
I enjoy your stories after your poems David. Stay safe. Hugs and love ❤️ Joni
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Ooohooooo, This line, “Maybe with a magic spell scratched into my bones” calls for good story.
“Ten feet from a rattlesnake.”
I almost stepped on a rattlesnake once, it was in the brush by the trail. That line about snakes being more afraid of us than we are of them is a bunch of crap. The snake wasn’t the one that leaped ten feet in the air before running up the trail…