House of Flies

You, the caged, the wholesome, the ransom note, as fitted to my own tastes as velcro, as tight around my own heart as a tapered shoestring. Helpless to the bind you are caught in. You, the deer only seconds before the bullet hits. Packed bloody with an entire lifetime, only to become someone’s dinner. Simplicity, deception, affection, disorder.

You, the hunter and the hunted.

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