There was fear
There was hunger
There was need
Dreams blew, swirling about, lying in drifts thick and ancient along a dead stream.
The Tree
Hard bark
Fleshy pulp
They crossed the river bed that ran no river. Gone. Dry. Dust like dreams.
Hungry
Sweaty
Rubbing inch by inch
Down into her special place.
Crack
Snap
Break
Falling into the dust. Storm. Falling into the dream. Escape. Falling into the open mouths of hunger, hungry, hungering...
Hung by a golden thread.
Above
the sky
the grass
the edge
last hope
Below
succumb
so numb
so raw
so wet
Darkness. Sleep. Perchance to Dream.
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Thu Oct 23 01:52:45 2003