wetting their lips with swallowed dusk their
faces invade the twilight.
crouching between the leaves sharp shoulders
slice through the sky
and the night bleeds constellations. kneading the
light-spattered ground trembling beams
slip out of sight through
new pinholes sparkling on the horizon.
a rustle in the bushes like reeds on a shore wind
sneaks beside their shifting bodies, twisting the grass into
disturbing dances, dissonant against the silent rhythm.
they grow still a chill slides down the backs of the
trees; shivering leaves turn back and forth, anticipation
flooding their thin veins.
they pounce the sky shrieks and tears refract the starlight and the grass
bows to the breeze and the trees bend their croaking bodies and
the night begins.
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