I see you there
frail, fennec fox
your paws tarnished by the rage of a sandstorm
your knees buckling under
the pressure of my gaze
unblinking.
When the desert pales, and the day retreats,
You
will coat
my yellow throat
with blood
“I See You There” by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
Artwork by Pope Saint Victor
The Show Tell Project 