And the Dogs
after dark
lore dangles from teeth
its neck at a hard angle, dogs
run against the road
as if entropy is laid out
between the wintered leaves
on the hunt, baying like men, wounded
somewhere hidden,
weakened,
by mad hunger that wants other
than to be filled,
devours the softness
and the dogs
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Hannah Wells is 27 years old. She graduated with honors and a BA in English from Wayland Baptist University where she completed an honors thesis in poetry and two one-act plays. She strives to capture the specificity of visceral moments found in nature through a spiritual perspective.
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