Poetry · Writing

Red Lake

The boat floats across a river of boiling unclear contents.

Shrieks echo from the walls and shakes the liquid below.

Steel rocks back and forth from the waves omitting from the center of the lake.

Reasoning to unshaken monsters for mercy from the mother.

Pulling closer into the swirls of blood into the belly of the beast.

 

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