Running through woods
Child's thing
Don't be predictable
He will catch you
The wild man
Will break your
Spectacles
Maul your muscles
Slay you
But not
Your life
Will remain
Pull yourself together
Facial outlines
Touch
To resemble a mollusc
Bones, where are they
Worn out?
Splatter yourself after
Them
You miss
A good fight
Taste of blood
Fatigue
Broken knee
You scrammed
God
Crumples you
Your struggle
Foul puddle
Innards
You are unworthy
Still slobbery
From slime
Unbutton your belt
Undress
Bend into the
Mirror
Step onto the wet
They eat
Chicken
Porridge
Vegetables
Look at that poverty
Wool
What will they tell you
Those cold days
Spill porridge
I am your wildness
When did you see me?
Beyond the eye, beyond the body
Avenge yourself
Pines
You should know
Who carries you
Who is in blood
The light
You did not rebel
Enough
Butchering doesn't help
Gentleness
Caring
Even the bee didn't
Promise you
Crow
Stigma mocks you
Wax
Stove
Will not help you
Until you become insane
And then, maybe
Demolish
Don't
Unto yourself
Dog sniffs you
Is nice