She crawls through the field,
crushing daisies as she goes.
Blocking out the sun
with her dried and moldy flesh.
Cursing, she snarls at squirrels
and squishes beetles.
Watching their insides
ooze from their cracked cases.
She staggers to her feet
wrenching a green branch from the bough.
Savagely twisting it
away from its mother.
Glaring, she scours the forest
for unwary onlookers.
Daring just one to
get close enough to swat.
She peels a rosehip
Crunching the sourness into her teeth.
Spitting the seeds
Inexpertly onto her feet.
Slavering, she swipes at her mouth,
Grabs at another bush.
Plops suddenly to her knees
exhausted by hate.
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