Hunted

When my mind was buzzed, a saber-tooth swallowed me whole.

His stomach wasn’t digesting me so there I was, just thinking about the life I had lived in the abyss of his stomach grits.

I wanted my body to explode in glass pieces and break through his skin to escape, but all I was doing was playing with a messed up fate.

As some would say, I made this arrangement to have this play date.

“People are crazy!” was their debate.

He wanted to satisfy his hunger, I wanted to succumb under the pressure and just accept what was whatever.

It had always been a possibility to be the target someday- so now I was the prey.

You can’t outsmart the hunter, you become meatier and meatier every day.

Reviews

[SuspectGray]

Being the prey that is devoured whole suggests giving up....and yet your desire is to break free.

Kind of an endless cycle...which we often repeat

[AaronFreitas]

I like the creativity in your storytelling!
Good work Kenna :)

[Emily]

Nice poem!!
Well done!
Keep on writing!!

[Tamika Finley]

Just as the first reviewer stated, from the tone here it's hard to distinguish if you are the hunter or is being hunted. But it adds a mysterious feeling to it. Good work.

[alifeacoustic]

Wonderfully surreal path of adventure you took us on here. I guess we never can tell between the hunter and the hunted.
Thank you for sharing this, I really enjoyed it.