By: Tiffany Farr
Grasp
What a domesticated animal
humans feign to be. Determined
by splintered veins in the palms. Muddied
protection. A wolf entrapped a buck
between two rocks, but the deer
skewered the wolf with two antlers
longer than the wolf itself. All in a beat.
And the wolf was never enslaved. Just
alone. An old lady, somewhere, feraled
against the tubes. She stilled in the bed,
and let the line go flat. Her daughter
loosened, and then let go, the hand she’d held.
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Bio: I am a person that wants to help people feel understood with my art. If people can read my work and say “Hey, I’ve felt that way too.” Then I know I have done my job. The person who no longer wants to feel alone is who I’m writing for–female or male. Blessed. Loved. Happy. My life in a nutshell. Thank you for reading.
