Retractable Ideologies

the kitten tripped over her own claws as she began the hunt.

the screen was dark as she searched for prey.

the world was distant as she began to stalk.

all the numbers forgotten. all their faces worn away.

still young enough not to trust her luck.

against the pandemonium of chance.


the light fumbles against the sunset. struggling to last.

time tightens its knots. abrupt episiotomies to her indifference.

numbing lingering wounds.

she's hungry enough to struggle.

confident enough to surrender.

she paces. all anxious fangs and bitten tongues.

as the carcasses answer all her questions.