by Anastasia Stelse

A shot at dawn.
Haunches drenched
with adrenaline
race until the blood
is no longer left
to pump.

Rose petals brace
snow, strewn
trail to lovers’ dens.

Follow the rose
petals, feel the warmth
leave the body of a doe.
Split her center—hundreds

of flowers spill forth
and flutter out, taking
to the sky.  That night,

we’ll devour
her heart.

Anastasia Stelse is a native of southeastern Wisconsin, the assistant editor for “The Intentional” and a graduate from the MFA program at American University. She teaches composition at the University of Southern Mississippi where she is also pursuing her PhD in creative writing. Her work has appeared in The Ohio River Review.