Tiny pleadings
By cadymae
I am neither greedy nor hopeful
That what you offer is better than
What I've tasted before
Your despair will be colored rusty-blue like everyone else's.
* * *
You are not fighting your drowning anymore.
It seems quiet down there, doesn't it?
Your feeble flailings at success amounted to not much after all anyway.
Rest.
* * *
Do you think they can smell the relief in the air when they pass by without
harvesting anyone?
I wonder if they like that smell?
I wonder if they bother to like anything?
* * *
Even so, only the truly weak offer their flesh also.
Most lizard-minds have some semblance of self-preservation.
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Copyright 2015 cadymae
Published on Monday, October 5, 2015.
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