Soft and cunning, lost and running, exhausted but not succumbing to the frost’s chilling whims, its killing winds are stunted by this fox’s willing grin
This troubling fox loves hunting but has found nothing among rustling twigs, hunkering in without covering limbs trusting his luck will keep mothering him
But his lust for risk is smothering him, wondering if he’ll live to grin and win once more or be bludgeoned by his blunders finally busting him
But nothing stunts the blood pumping thunderously within, his heart’s an engine bent on thrusting him forward fueled by tortured whims
Rinse and repeat, wins and defeat, learning equally from failures or missions complete, he looks above but always listens beneath, hoping not those visions mislead
#Fox
normal spindle
@formal moat
dusky verge
weak bough
This reads like one of the more rap like styles of poetry, it's a nice simple read
normal spindle
It's heavily inspired by Eminem's rhyme dense writing, but it also tells a personal story for me
weak bough
Eminem still uses line breaks in his works
normal spindle
That's true, when I was writing I was writing it with rhyme in mind and nothing else really