Hunting Season
by Sophia Egolf
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The 30-30 trap is the most sought after
Steel-jawed
It held onto me.
A doe grunt escapes
Carrion
Your lust has frozen over the lake that holds the arrow to my skull
Sagging skin and eyes hold a vacancy
Wet nosed
Held as the prize
I have no antlers to hold
So you cusp my face instead
I am heavy
The weight of my competition is unbearable.
Not saved to eat
Simply just a reward
Cradle those fallen limbs one last time.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Sophia Egolf is a poet based in Atlanta, Georgia. She is a recent psychology graduate from Georgia State University. Sophia has always had a love for the arts, specifically writing and dance. She can be most recently found in ‘Roots and Ruins’ poetry anthology by Arcana poetry press. Sophia hopes to reach a wider audience to share her feminine experiences to other women through writing.
Instagram: Sophia_egolf
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