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  • I’m unable to move. My left leg has lost feeling. So much so that I wonder if the limb has been cut off, severed and removed entirely. I crane my neck, lifting my head from the mud and pine needles and soon a gnarly, rusted contraption comes into view. It devours my boot, purging up a cherry-red syrup from between its steel fangs. I flex my leg and what little motion that’s made rattles the monsters chain, the links of which mimic a sound similar to laughing. Similar to taunting. I give up and give into the black. My eyes close and soon a snow falls. Only there, in my trap did I feel like an animal. Only there did I understand the wild and the woods and the fathomless truths it holds in its excruciating bite.
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