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the successor by Koahara the successor :iconkoahara:Koahara 6 0
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when you cache all but the ribcage
I am the blood-drool:
the doe you stalked too long,
the skeleton you pricked with briars,
the one you marred with disease.
My breath fog dwindles
as the leftover sin of us
swallows my body whole
in the den of wolf teeth.  
I become the bile-soaked regret:
the bone-slurry you regurgitated
for a hungry someone else
to chew on and shit out.
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pour me, winter
Slur me under grey sleet:
drain me like you drain
green glass bottles and
translucent high balls—
alone. While you’re gone,
I’ll cut the crisp air
with amber Kahlúa and
warm up to wet coyote,
just to watch white snow
bleed water and
lose consciousness
in shitfaced black rain.
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european perfume
i remember
the reek of cigarettes
suffocating me in some
narrow european town,
lingering on the breath
of a sitting artist,
saying a coin for
your troubles please
or on the chest
of some douchebag
i put my arms around
who promised he'd
put my heart at ease--
as if he'd carry
that promise back to
the states
and think of me.
but those cigarettes
were never insurance
for dreams:
just a smell to obscure time
and stupid hopes
and a stain to wash away
from your mother's jacket
knowing you've changed
but you haven't the heart
to see the change in others.
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THE HOLLOW - Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1
Two young gray wolf pups fumbled over rocks before triumphantly rising to the peak of their den. The verdant mossy overhang of their early childhood had been conquered, for they, after many failed attempts over weeks, had finally reached the top to survey the land around them. Their imprisonment to den-musk and darkness was over, and all their dreams of “the outside” were now fully realized: green, lazy forests stretched out all around their quiet meadow den underneath a sky of ocean.
For two, wide-eyed pups, this was what they had been waiting for— a world no longer shrouded in blackness, cramped by mud walls or overwhelmed by the smell of feces and milk, but a world bursting with color (to the best that wolf-eyes could detect), where a wolf’s only confines were the highest peaks and the lowest valleys, and one where a vast array of scents were carried, both fair and foul, for a wolf to delight or disgust itself with.
This was a world a wolf co
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Streaming now by Koahara Streaming now :iconkoahara:Koahara 6 2 YCH - Wolf Portrait 1 by Koahara YCH - Wolf Portrait 1 :iconkoahara:Koahara 5 0
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THE HOLLOW - Prologue
the H O L L O W
PROLOGUE
"THERE’S A MONSTER LOOSE IN THESE WOODS. That's what they say.”
The old white wolf puffed, her breath a stain upon the still air. Her crippled frame suggested death could claim her at any hour. That she still lived was a marvel.  
“He walks in the solemn whisper of night, when the clouds turn the sky sightless, and when the moon softens. If you stop, you can hear the ice crack at his coming, the birds' flight at his gait, and the woodland animals' recoil at his breath. The forest wilts with his every step. The bracken curls, then dies. Life erodes as death harbors within him.”
Her guest, a wolf much younger than she, listened intently, black-rimmed ears quipped. Solemn, honey eyes pooled as the darkness engulfed the alcove in which they conversed. She shivered as she tried to imagine the beast.
“A charming grin once resided on his face, by legend luring all ladies to his company.” She winked her old crusty eye, though sh
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WolfQuest Anniversary Avatar by Koahara WolfQuest Anniversary Avatar :iconkoahara:Koahara 23 2
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the lion's tooth grave of prague
The sidewalk is dyed green again
with dandelion blood:
white wispy limbs litter the cobblestone
alongside the scars of bony stems.
I am not a witness,
only a passerby. I stand
in awe but not in sorrow
of the departed dandelions,
their souls crushed under street mower hell.
I pull a survivor from the grass
and breathe to strip it of its flesh
so that its wish is granted:
to not be left alone.
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advice on loving a wolf tree
don’t look at me
the way you look at the wolf tree:
roots abound, wild and astray,
my base unlike, dissimilar—
too wide.
my crown charred, snapped,
broken like my mind.
yes, i once grew up in a open space
only to suffocate those who came after me.
so i am unruly
but please don’t try
to saw my branches,
don’t make me fit in
your enclosed embrace.
don’t look at me
the way you would at something broken,
through a castle of ivy,
behind the shadow of a rock wall.
you should try to stop looking through cracks:
lower down your guard
to see me,
not to fix me
but to love me—
the wolf tree.
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no longer local
Glasses clanked. The fridge kept opening. We were unapologetic in our close-knit camaraderie, all united by ink, a degree for some, and loose connections for others. We all knew where the other came from, though I fringed on the outside. I was starting to fade. But that was okay.
People were loud and hard to hear as they caught up on the time lost among them. Faces were melting in the stuffiness, the masses of bodies all confined to one living room. I watched as people came and went in the first few minutes. Some faces I had never seen. For others, it had been “awhile.” I didn’t mind. We all knew each other.
I let the drink pour, shifting my weight a little. I sat, exhausted by my drive, and already overstimulated. I thought about going back to the car to breathe. The music numbed my ears. Their voices battered me. I grew stiff. In the heat, I watched them.
“Can we go outside?” the melting faces kept asking. Guests adjusted their shirts and removed unneces
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Painting Process for Await the Shadows by Koahara Painting Process for Await the Shadows :iconkoahara:Koahara 6 3 Await the Shadows by Koahara Await the Shadows :iconkoahara:Koahara 81 9 simple sands by Koahara simple sands :iconkoahara:Koahara 5 0
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the final parade
bodies march under
the parade of umbrellas,
all multihued suns
in a gray land
of faded asphalt
and ancient brick.
the students’ feet crush
fallen sorrel leaves
over and over,
the trodden path
now a mortar and pestle
for classes— and dreams.
an acorn breaks
someone’s thoughts,
a concept for a paper is lost.
they stop
and the rain waits for them.
but wren rings on.
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ABOUT ME: Koa (Alias) / 21 years / female
OCCUPATION: third year college student majoring in English, associate editor for a newspaper
INTERESTS: zoos, writing, wolves, wildlife management, politics, poetry, news, other animals, games, cocktails, cooking, art, and laughing at myself
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the successor
Speedpaint for my toon Keharan on Toontown Rewritten. It's absolute sloppy shit but I like the softness (shoutout to pixlr). hand has 0 stamina and is hurting so time to stop lol!
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I am the blood-drool:
the doe you stalked too long,
the skeleton you pricked with briars,
the one you marred with disease.

My breath fog dwindles
as the leftover sin of us
swallows my body whole
in the den of wolf teeth.  

I become the bile-soaked regret:
the bone-slurry you regurgitated
for a hungry someone else
to chew on and shit out.
My poem, a spring mourningThe stain of flesh
darkened rusted earth
and sweetened the taste
of the wolf thief.
With careless paws
he left a blood trail
congealed by claret skin,
littered with debris.
Woody stems screamed:
their house of tendrils and twigs
had been ravaged,
their raspberry children
forever lost to a glutton.
, has been published in Z Publishing House's anthology, Virginia's Best Emerging Poets! You can read more about the anthology and purchase it here. It's not the first time I've had a poem published, but it is the first time my work has been published outside of a school-related publication in college and in high school.
Slur me under grey sleet:

drain me like you drain
green glass bottles and
translucent high balls—

alone. While you’re gone,

I’ll cut the crisp air
with amber Kahlúa and
warm up to wet coyote,

just to watch white snow
bleed water and
lose consciousness

in shitfaced black rain.

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No problem!
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Thank you very much!
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