Friday, May 29, 2009
 | Waist deep in the swamp staring at the sky. The muck and mud sucking my feet down. Skeeters and horse fly's buzzing my head. My grin clear upon my face as I sing loud. No words to my song just a hum that filled. On lookers testify to depth of my insanity. Gators close in to investigate my vibrations. Cotton mouths show to give proof of name. Chest deep and go on and ignore vultures. Ranting on with volume but no order to it. The clouds open and let loose droplets fast. My hands still moving about splash the top. Yellow eyes peer at me as my chins wet. Bubbles go as the odd behavior continues. Snapping turtles circle to view me sink. I draw in a breath that fills me with water. My lungs taking in what it cannot remove. The body convulses and my core lives on. A tribal beat in the torment bangs loudly. Up to take a piece the carnivore grabs on. Twisting as attempts to take my parts off. Pulling me from the mud and splashing we. Back into my body and fighting for my life. Thing that was so close to not being my own. Drying in the sun on the bank of the swamp. A smile on my face. |
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