Turgid water swirls
masking the song
of the monstrous teeth
No Scylia beside
to snatch the prey
just one choice left
Hungry and angry
gnashing of hope
nibbling on offerings
Just a taste of flesh and blood
leave it hungry
but it knows the food
will come again
and the offerings
they will be given again
It knows, it waits
impatient but assured
and laughter echoes
down the trickling drain


© W.R.R. 12/31/1995

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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