Hooves on Gravel, Like Teeth on Bones

Katherine Quevedo

 

Another dead end for you

deep, so deep in the Minotaur’s lair.

Hooves on gravel, like teeth on bones,

grind away their distance behind you.

 

Deep, so deep in the Minotaur’s lair,

shadows creep and stretch and

grind away their distance behind you.

You hear that impossible sound.

 

Shadows creep and stretch, and

around the next corner,

you hear that impossible sound

too close behind you, gaining, gaining.

 

Around the next corner,

another dead end for you.

Too close behind you, gaining, gaining:

hooves on gravel, like teeth on bones.

 

 

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Katherine Quevedo (she/her/hers) was born and raised just outside of Portland, Oregon, where she works as an analyst and lives with her husband and two sons. Her poetry has appeared in Sidequest, NonBinary Review, Songs of Eretz Poetry Review, The Decadent Review, and elsewhere, and she received an honorable mention in the 2020 Helen Schaible International Sonnet Contest. Find her at http://www.katherinequevedo.com.