AvaClaire

As we climb the mountains
you can call me fast
unburdened by creatures
that cling from the past
As we trudge through the swamps
you can call me keen
pointing out things
that don't want to be seen

Runs with the lions is their shadows

Waiting till midday to huddle

Under padded feet

Fearing the consequences
If their edges ripped from the fur

To stop running through 

The horizon’s layers

It made the trees stiffen
hush their leaves
and draw their branches close
The owls quieted
tightening their wings
melting closer to the tree trunk
It made summer critters
Shudder in their winter nests

She smooths the fabric
Needle
swimming through the cloth
designs
growing from her fingers
the metal snake
swift and quick
pokes her finger
she doesn't
flinch
the blood swells
from an unseen hole
inflating