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Deathscent
by Christopher Hivner
She will find you.
She will find me.
She will find all of us
hiding in the chasm of eternity.
She has the whole of time
to find the corpses we let behind,
to follow our trail of blood and stench
and in the throes of our dying she will pick out the scent
of our fear.
Like the attraction of perfume, it will
lead her to us
to the graves we have already dug
to the freshly turned soil that makes her
quiver in ecstasy.
She has found you.
She has found me.
She has found all of us
© Hivner, 2007
I work in the pre-press composition industry and relax by reading anything I can get my hands on. I have bad taste in sports teams, i.e., I root for losers. I have had work published in Black October, NFG, The Literary Bone and others.Deathscent previously published in 2002 by Dark Moon Rising.