preservation of poetic imagery

(originally published May 22, 2011.)

(originally seen on) lamortdesamants:

if you are hunted, at least it means there is a pursuer. there is someone that follows you. you are the temporary sigh in the dark as the candle flickers out. all that is left is the soft whimper of an owl flying overhead. the leaves rustle in my ribcage. i am waiting for my chance to run from him.

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Oh, my. "The leaves rustle in my ribcage". What a line.

"I am waiting for my chance to run from him." What if we don’t want to run?