Doe-eyed beauty finding her way though serpentine mountainous paths scared like a deer on being approached by hunter males she slips away like air dissolving in the clouds not leaving a clue of her origins and now hunters descend the same paths scared…
Poetics: The Print the Whales Make
Reena Saxena 
I love the way you wove the mystery of the doe-eyed beauty, Reena, and left your reader with it, letting her slip away like air ‘dissolving in the clouds’, and with deft use of the ellipsis.
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Thank you, Kim! I was not sure if this piece conforms to requirements, but it just sprung out.
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A poem of wariness well executed Reena. “ she slips away like air dissolving in the clouds” — beautiful line!
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Thank you, Rob!
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scared
she s sacred
her body
is the temple of doom
after all
but hers to give
to whomever
literally of course and for sure!
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