foxglove foxtrot foxcut foxeye
fox drags [glove]s over fingers
fox [trot]s towards corpse in puddle
fox [cut]s into thoracic cavity
foxeye, narrow brown, stare sharp as scalpel, slices, slurps up, extracts, eats, carves canines into vena cava
gloved in gore
glove [ve] v-vomit violent violet
trot [rot] trickster
[trick] treat
[eat]
eat eat eat eat
[ca]r[v]e cava
tricks[ter]
tears apart, tears up heart, tears in eyes
carve carve carve cavity
thoracic cavity, thoracic cavern
masticate, stomach still cavernous, vicious, viscous
foxeye foxcut foxtrot foxglove
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Wen Xiaosheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, film critic and aspiring author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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Field of the Fallen
Sunlight danced softly across the frost-crusted fields, making the little blades of grass sparkle like emeralds. The faraway chirrup of a songbird was the only disruption to the quiet of the morning. An icy chill, the last vestige of the dying winter, clung to the air, settling in a thick white mist at the far side of the open field. The heavy stench of decay hung in that mist, punctuation by the sharp tang of freshly spilled blood.
By A. J. Schoenfeld7 days ago in Fiction
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This is a powerful and disturbingly beautiful poem. Your use of language is both precise and evocative, creating a vivid and unsettling image. The repetition of the word "fox" and the alliterative phrases create a hypnotic rhythm, drawing the reader deeper into the poem's dark and visceral world. The imagery is both grotesque and mesmerizing, and the poem's exploration of themes of violence, death, and the primal instincts of nature is thought-provoking. Your ability to convey such intense emotions through language is truly impressive. Thank you for sharing this powerful and disturbing piece of poetry.