monster
a swollen monster
spits it's way
spewing it's poison
drowning it's prey
winding and turning
out of control
hissing with passion
taking it's hold
gathering garbage
bubbling to black
as tall as a wall
then gushing back
swamping and swirling
spreading a scream
burying treasures
stealing a dream
Joy Weare,
14th January, 2011.
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