Novella

Perhaps it was fatigue
in the morning that
shook the refusal
from my coat.

Maybe it was the way
I looked into another
pair of human eyes
and did not
immediately
turn away.

You feel the pulse
in your throat
and the hollowness
in your lungs,

I look into the most
powerful predators
on this planet
and I think,

‘this is the kind of thing
novels are born from.’

– B.

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