Inevitability

There are no logs to fuel the hearth,
no food to sustain us, and the water
in the nearby creek was poison.
Death was inevitable.
We would perish from thirst long before
our bodies would starve.
Or we could face what we feared the most —
the hands and teeth that lurked
in the cold, dark forest.

© Sarah Doughty

For the #MayBookPrompts – The Forest Of Hands And Teeth

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27 thoughts on “Inevitability

  1. wow, the imagery you portray is haunting. I like it. by the way, thanks for liking my post on The Mad Prince Impaler of Wallachia. i’m new to blogging and i’m attempting to have a professional career in writing so having someone enjoy my work is a definite boost to my ego. thank you very much, your poetry is beautiful by the way.

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