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Croc-O-Die-Le

I awoke to find my life in mighty jaws,
A sharp-toothed beast.
His reddish teeth were sinking
Deeper into my already tattered soul.
He looked at the silvery shine of my blob.
Then, glancing toward my body limp in the corner,
Laughed at my conscious bound only by flesh.
Flesh that cannot survive alone.
His slanted yellow eyes gleamed in the darkness.
As his jaw bones tightened another centimeter.
I found myself considering death as finality.
Exhausted, I watched his great green neck scales,
They tensed tighter.
His elated smile shown through the darkness
Casting a golden light off the dim stone walls.
He was lying in a reservoir of a cave,
His size immense.
I considered if this is how honesty and truth must die.
Suddenly the crunch I long awaited, never came.
The pressure pulling on my organs lifted slightly
He hoisted his body from the water.
His four toes rivaled my bodies own size
His body towered over mine.
Puffing out his chest,
He dangled my silver far out of reach.
His eyes met mine.
Why not just finish, I screamed surprisingly loud.
I had, for a moment, seen the true sadness.
It had managed to eat a hole of rot
As corrosive as acid through the center of my heart.
Then swiftly began making deep craters
Of filth and death, rotting flesh, within me, on every organ.
Now mumbling, 'please'.
His smile returned, as if only in need of my blessing.
He closed his jaws around my truth, it didn't crunch, but splashed.
Sending ripples of shooting pains through my body.
He slurped it down his gullet as my eyes heavily closed.
White noise overtook the cave's world.
I heard his cackling as my heart finally refused its job.
Finally, I thought.

Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013
Edited: Sunday, July 07, 2013


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  • Benjamin Michael Clark (1/15/2014 1:33:00 PM)

    This is really good. Very graphic and you can feel everything happening.

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  • Emily Beck (7/7/2013 10:34:00 AM)

    @Bri, I wish there were a reply option because you raise some good questions I'd like to address.

    The beast itself is given in the title, a giant crocodile-like creature, and explained throughout the poem itself.
    I'm not using the word conscious in a tradition sense. I'm naming it as if it is it's own person, per say, bound by my body, rather than it only being able to exist within my body, see you have to understand that what I'm discussing is the soul to understand why he would laugh at a conscious, see this crocodile has single handedly ripped out my soul, my silver blob that splashes with ripples of pain. He laughs at my conscious because without my soul it is very weak. He finds my own weakness amusing. These lines explain the soul part,

    His reddish teeth were sinking
    Deeper into my already tattered soul.

    The last one's a typo, meant to be slightly.

    Thanks for the comment though! ! And yes, snow gets crazy here in Oswego

  • Bri Edwards (7/7/2013 12:16:00 AM)

    very intense pictures though somehow not real and i don't really know what is really behind the writing. what/who is the beast? and the word conscious is an adjective, so i think you meant to write something else. i also didn't understand BLOB and SILVER. lifted slighted? ? how about slightly?

    despite all my 'complaints' i DID enjoy this poem, especially the following lines:

    It had managed to eat a hole of rot
    As corrosive as acid through the center of my heart.
    Then swiftly began making deep craters
    Of filth and death, rotting flesh, within me, on every organ.

    and

    I heard his cackling as my heart finally refused its job.
    Finally, I thought.

    thanks for sharing with me. i hope you are feeling better young lady.
    p.s. about eight years ago i visited my daughter in oswego when she was a medical student at the hospital. i think she said the previous winter had seven feet of snow. yikes! that might have been 7 ft. in one storm.

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