Fever | London Beck

It was a dream. Dark desert.
Moonlight reflects off
Sand. Lightning beyond dark hills.
Needles of cacti. They bloom.
Needles of hot rain.
Maybe I was falling but
I think I was sinking
Lightning moves quickly
When you are melting.
They appear – coyotes 
Fevers, snakes, and fears.
There are no trees to hide behind.
The owl doesn’t sink but stares. Hide 
and seek. A lonesome hunter 
built for the desert. Fluorescent 
eyes are weapons. 
I think I love it’s feathers 
and it’s talons. 
It wants my eyes. 
They don’t glow in the moonlight.

London Beck is from SLC, Utah. She received her bachelors in English at Weber State University. She is currently getting her MFA in poetry at the University of Massachusetts Amherst. She loves coffee and collecting antique mourning jewelry. Find her on Instagram at moonphazze and on Twitter @ londondawnbeck