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The Last Meaning My Life Ever Had Was As A Meal For A Mountain Lion

A machine of muscled elegance and silent surprise
Beneath a stretch of musky fur colored like a red sunrise
She pants and I smell remnants of cadavers
My flesh is torn away piece by piece,
Her blush-colored tongue laps at my organs for
My body is a mighty feast
But now the sun has fully risen, so,  
With smears of grey matter around a rust-stained maw
She abandons me. Me
A puddle of crimson blood soaking into orange rock
Her kohl-ringed eyes are the grey-blue of a storming sea
And they are the last thing I see

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