Sunday, October 20, 2013

trout season

trout season

there's a creeping darkness growing in my belly
An insidious monster consuming all in its path
staining it

pulling
like the giant tumor that stretched my father's skin
swelled him up
first he just looked pregnant
then, grotesque
by trout season he was like a beached sea lion
taught
motionless
my skin is getting tight
there's still some flesh and blood but it's loosing
loosing ground
being covered
stained
inaccessible
the darkness is all i can reach alone
but my kids don't fear it
they fight it, they beat it
without them
I'm beached



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