They raise me from the darkness to kill or be killed.
Higher and higher I rise until everything stops.
It is time.
The trap door falls, sunlight stings my eyes, and I’m released into a stone circle of endless slaughter.
All is throbbing and rumbling and bellowing. My heart. The Crowd. The earth itself.
The sand is wet from all the blood.
Sweet perfume cloaks the air but my nose recovers the scent of many animals slain.
It is time.
My roar is long and loud and it rises above the onlookers.
Above these beasts who bind my burning heart.
About the Creator
Miles Pen
I'm a Native American artist and storyteller who enjoys creating new things.
* Nitsiniiyi'taki ("I Thank You" in Blackfeet)
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