The energy of the river pulls
A dark corridor under canopy
Limbs of Water Oaks, like the cape of Count Dracula
Enshrouding me as I am carried onward
Life is still
Too quiet
A lioness hunting her prey
But for her young to survive
Into this cave, this tunnel
Paralyzed
Frozen with expectancy
What is waiting for me
Nothing comes
Nothing, but the spinal tension
Floating in this dark water
At a lurking pace
Like blood down the throat of the mother
To satisfy the hunger
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