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It rises in the shadow of the sun,
body larger than a house,
eyes like summer leaves.
Hooves meet the ground,
cracking,
cobwebs set aflame,
nostrils flaring,
exhaling,
walls shaking,
inhaling,
panels breaking.

In the color of summer leaves,
I see brown,
hellish,
but no green.

 

A. R. Frederiksen is a recurring guest blogger here at BnV, and her own writing blog can be found here, where she dabbles in flashfiction/poetry and reflects over the ABCs of writing.