Deadfall Metaphors ✅

Furtif slippery lures
wanton phallic
fervors' overtures

Bleeds
into the goatish night
punchy and bright

Feeds
on fire and dread
at every whispering cross

Hovers
near a haywire
freedom's beloved
glimmering albatross

Vertigo or bliss
dire and desire
a subversive reloading
cross multiplier

My cryptoforest soul
magnetic batardeaux fluviaux

Up against the sky
dances in its eye
rages at the spy

Tracers sent
in air
to chancers in the dark

Reaching for the precipice
in kindly
bent to free

grandeurs deadly packthread
of institutional
treachery.

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