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Slow Beast

I stomp, I stomp, I stomp,
Watching life desert me.
A shrinking, slithering, sneaking escape.
I stomp, I stomp, I stomp,
Scarlet and stinking.
My surroundings slip
Into shrubs
Or silence.

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  • WhisperingMystic
    February 7

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    From stomping to slithering a swell script! Your repetition drives the feeling deeper and deeper - great job here. Love the ending ...silence...powerful and compelling. Cry


  • xSarahx
    September 30, 2008
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    Very well written. It made me think of people as snakes betraying others and deserting them, sneaking away and the frustration of stomping or trying to get rid of them. Am I close at all? That's just my take on it, I could be wrong. Regardless, I enjoyed reading it.