demon trap

flying in over the canyon 


nooks and crannies, the river. 

cars like shiny insects crawling home 

or passing through

you think

my god it really is a wound

that place,

split open. 

the earth torn like skin, the bleeding


let it not devour me

let me pass through 

this time

— leave it

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