A beautiful black and white photograph made me imagine this short piece. & I cried.

Belly of the Beast

A shameful place where we rest
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

Tags Water  Monster  Beast 

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Zoya Zaidi
Avery well executed poem.
The metaphor of the beast's bely is very unique.
The images on the whole very vivid!
A good write!
I can see you had disappeared.
I hope you are to stay, 'cause you are so good!

Ah! Very dark and interesting!! The images are great here!