Too Small


Empty box 
wants full.
Muscles
stretch,
bones set.
Cave, dark.

No calories, 
more long
for more. 
Foot dragged, 
too small 
to play.

Cannot
imagine
carcass, 
the trail, 
eaten.
No tears. 

Syntax 
of loss 
swallows
absence,  
cellar 
grief.

As first published in unleash lit,