The Lion’s Bite

Roaring down the highway

Sharpening my teeth with sandpaper

With a switchblade in my heart

Gasoline leaking from the tank

Leaving a slick trail behind me 

For all the followers to follow

Leading fury to my den of schist

Where the cradling warmth awaits

Clawing of walls echoes in eternity

Darkness drapes the world

Nesting together undisturbed

I die alone in your embrace

© 2026 David Greg Harth

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