Blood Bunny Cut Out Sculpture

Poem by Amelia Arce

It was a solemn night.
The type you walk for meditation
and enjoy the twilight light dew.
I went for a drag
Eyeing him on the corner sucking on life.
Cottontail, devouring, crimson
and unsatisfied appetite.
The hairs on my neck
I let him bleed out and take the life away.
He is full of ticks and treats,
A sugary bite and its’ your deceit.

MediumArchival Digital
Sub-MediumPrinted on pressed wood, highly glossy finish.
Height21 inches
Width21 inches

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