Trees
still slick from the womb,
hooves soft, legs lank,
her foal nurses, next to blood,
afterbirth on the ground
wind, scent of rain, scent
of flesh, something above
her in the trees, shadows
move, claws on skin,
blood, teeth, eyes,
hair, spit, bone,
quiet, her foal
down, dead
years later, she won't
go near the trees
white-grey scars
peeling pink underneath.
hooves soft, legs lank,
her foal nurses, next to blood,
afterbirth on the ground
wind, scent of rain, scent
of flesh, something above
her in the trees, shadows
move, claws on skin,
blood, teeth, eyes,
hair, spit, bone,
quiet, her foal
down, dead
years later, she won't
go near the trees
white-grey scars
peeling pink underneath.
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Published in Poydras Review.
Other stories by Tawnysha Greene
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Wonderful poem Tawnysha. Very tactile diction and the images are powerful.
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