Koyukon
Find a pair of mortal combat boots. Lace up the serpent strings in an aggressive fashion. The first time a child bleeds is also the first time they push back. Each angry fist opens the heavens and resembles Apollo’s waist. Burning the ends of slashed tongues and frozen hearts. All this results in is a dead fowl. A rotten relationship between child and forest. In an Alaskan winter, slingshots are the only way to keep warm. Point and aim. Target: any and all mammals. Anything resembling heritage. A child’s first kill is also the first time they realize accuracy isn’t always exact.
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