The Threadbare Fox
You do not have to be shattered, The still
red sun dips low, Your fur, once a flame,
but still, you walk. wounding
the horizon, catches in the wind,
The shards beneath you, glittering, bleeding into the
night. and you let it go,
cruel and cracking.
strand by
burning strand,
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until
you are nothing but shadow,
a
whisper of smoke,
curling
through the cracks in the earth.
No howl escapes you,
When you vanish,
no cry of defiance, the glass will remember,
only the silence of a world carrying
the weight of your steps.
you no longer belong to.
