A beautiful black and white photograph made me imagine this short piece. & I cried.
Atop the cold stone and dew
As we crawl to the river beyond
For the life we once knew
You cried to the waters: "Wicked tricks you pull on the creatures you feed!"
You were depressed that day. Yet, I blamed you for your sinful slurs.
Running your fingers across the edge, you smiled at me. You knew not of my presence, though, and I knew not of your bitter taste.
The belly of my beast moaned in agony, and I reached up toward the high bank.
You screamed while I ate you, piece by piece, your voice echoing beyond my cavernous mouth. I smiled just a little, though you tasted like sour milk.
Words by Kerra Dolarhyde
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Written on 2006-06-08 at 08:16
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Belly of the Beast
A shameful place where we restAtop the cold stone and dew
As we crawl to the river beyond
For the life we once knew
You cried to the waters: "Wicked tricks you pull on the creatures you feed!"
You were depressed that day. Yet, I blamed you for your sinful slurs.
Running your fingers across the edge, you smiled at me. You knew not of my presence, though, and I knew not of your bitter taste.
The belly of my beast moaned in agony, and I reached up toward the high bank.
You screamed while I ate you, piece by piece, your voice echoing beyond my cavernous mouth. I smiled just a little, though you tasted like sour milk.
Words by Kerra Dolarhyde
Read 917 times
Written on 2006-06-08 at 08:16
Tags Water Monster Beast
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