Fleet feet into the wood
you went; they had scent
for your blood,
and you obliged despite my caution.
I followed you through the veil
low lying grey, hush expanded,
my breadth at your heels—
but now you’ve learned.
So the sickness does spread
thick as molasses,
and you’re a boulder in my arms;
if I dropped you into the river, you’d sink.
Be still your bleeding heart.
in the wilderness, breathe even—
do not whimper.
They cannot find what they cannot hear.
And bite down on this stick.
I’ll cauterize your wounds—
mask the iron tang.
They cannot find what they cannot smell.
Rub dirt in your eyes
just in case.
It hurts less when you don’t see them coming.