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by Eli Skipp

Halted in a swirling mass of coyotes, on a
broad trail in the dark before morning, Elke
screams. She screams for her isolation and
entrapment and she screams for what's been
taken from her.

She lashes out at the keepers of the gate,
swiping with powerful hands at their skinny
bodies, demanding that they return what is
rightfully hers.

"You!" she cries, with anguish and rage,
"You rotting beasts have stolen the fire
from my heart! Give it back, give it back,
or I will slice your bellies open and let
your own hearts fall to the ground!"

But the coyotes just snicker and titter,
herding her deeper into the mountains and the
desert and the scorched land, the grins of
captors on their clever faces.


Posted on 11/26/2013
Copyright © 2022 Eli Skipp

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