Fresh Fur

Six hundred million upturned eyes None will be saved from worm and fly You want me cornered, stained, and mean I’ve licked my fur all slick and clean The Heavens, looming Did you view me? Teeth glinting where your lip is curled I caught you shifting in my world I feel him bubbling forth My fur has grown in thick and coarse The Heavens, looming Did you view me?

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026