Alina Happy Hansen

Creature in the Forest (Part 5)

I’m drinking from the belly of a doe I just tore up

I can smell his blood still, it’s left a trail I’m sure the cougar and maybe a wandering bear will pick it up soon.

His head snapped up, eyes met mine, and he screamed. The horrible sound. I had to snuff it out.

When I grow strong, I linger in the morning light and bathe freely in the deep waters of the lake.

Below the mist, I lay on wet soil among the rubble and ruin of past selves.