Fresh Meat

By: Skyla

Does anyone else notice

the live bait walking around?

Of course they notice.

They.

The prey

attracted to live meat.

Following brainlessly.

Swaying flesh dangled

before the gaping jaws of men.

I wonder

do they know,

those who are the bait?

Their message is too loud

to be ignored.

Screaming to hormones

from freely shown flesh.

The ‘innocent bait’ smiles

until it’s too late.

The prey went too far

in overcoming the

unsuspecting huntress.

Her own blood betrays

her in the end.

FRESHMEA
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