• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 05
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What Evolution Has Left Us

How easily we’ve forgotten
the scent of fear taking hold

long before a shape can conjure
itself into existence. Even if only

in the imaginations of the timid
or the weak. These days, I cannot

fight my own instinct nestled
marrow-deep unchanged

for millennia. I am prone
to hide out, lick my wounds

and wait.