Puma
The puma captures prey with its eyes’ jinx: one look nails limbs to the floor with rusty nails until tetanus spreads across the stolen kill. Fractals of memories surge forward like kaleidoscopes glimmering lifelines in shaken seconds. The qualifications to escape amount to one factor: respect. To get it, you must walk through a cave with no exit.
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Nice piece of prose poetry. Brought out some terrific images.
Cave with no exit!!!Thats lot said. Just wow
Excellent, simply excellent. I love that last line especially because it purchases a sense of entrapment with no release (with or without respect). Well done. Have a great day.
Nicely done. “Bits and pieces of mooses and geeses.” You aren’t, perchance, Canadian, eh?
I am Canadian, but I’ve lived in Florida most of my life. There’s a chance that I might moved to Canada in about five years, though.