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Poetry By: Kathryn
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They gnarl and snare at you. The dogs are closing in.


Submitted:Apr 20, 2009    Reads: 192    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


You are in the Lions' den and you

Don't even hear them roar.

You are in the belly of a whale and you

Don't notice the air turning to water.

You are at the bottom of the food chain and you

Don't fucking care.

You choke a little, cope a little.

You see the lions circling, the vultures circling,

Your world is spinning.

Your lungs fill with water and you

Choke a little, cope a little.

You'd rather not run though.

My fight-or-flight senses are broken,

You deduce.

You are stuck to the ground, you are frozen,

Paralyzed by something.

You are waiting.

Rats nibble at your feet and you

Find yourself

Waiting on something to happen.

You look for excuses

To keep going.

You see the ruins, crumbling down on you,

And you wonder about their story.

Is it the same as yours?

One thing is for certain,

You will either die

Or decay living.





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