Dangling Participle


I forgot to put the subject 

In front of the action.


I lost my step

Steep footing 

sharp, gentle sloped terrain 

Trouble ahead 

Double rewind 


Whimsical, thorny branches 

Litter the neat cobblestone path to a

Forbearing, forbidding garden 


Paw licking felines line the walls

Hiss to the beat of her steps 

Tender pulsating bliss 

As she moves 

Gingerly in silence 

Through their land 

Holding her own hand 


Mind cursed,

Well versed 

Human Beast 

Sacred mammal 


She knows 

she’s hunting and hunted 

Softly piercing eyes 

Fixated on her foliage 

Wondering what’s poison, 

What’s nourishing 

  

So she steps in front of the bow

As the arrow loses


Splinters 

Near miss and Direct hit 


Creating 

An extraordinarily dull 

ordinary contradiction 


See:

He wants her vulnerable 

What happens when she’s not?

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