hunter #poem #poetry

the destiny that calls me
will have to wait tonight
for I am hunting Judas
and I am hunting Brutus
blood boils in my veins
I’m sharpening my arrows
I strangulate the time
I coil around your thoughts
hunter of desires
the Mount of Olives cries
my hands are fighting lions
the mystery of me
is bursting into fires

@short-prose-fiction

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