by William Spell Jr. You, curiously curled beneath the dirt I scratched, silent and still, never to flirtAround my ankles in that sidewise walk,Those figure eights beneath my skirt. What great negation sneaked from out the bright?Crouched, waited for the right, oh just the rightTime within time to begin its sly stalk,Pounced, sharp, cold as a … Continue reading Felix Requiem →