Adora Svitak (weaselofdoom) wrote, @ 2006-06-15 21:52:00

It's a log, they say.
And it is.
Big.
And rotten
Looking like a big
Cadaver
Decaying
Slowly
Leaving one big
Odor. Sorrowful.
It's a log
That looks
Like its been whipped
With something
That tore its skin
And ruthlessly dived
Into its body.

One big log.
In the middle of the river.

They stomp on it.
It sinks
With that sorrowful
Odor
coming from it.
It's washed by the waves.
Darkness
And wrinkles
And bitterness
All gathered on it.
From the waves.

it looks
Like it'll be buried
Under decades, centures
Milleniums
Of the dirt
Beneath the ocean.
It looks like it, for sure.

One log.
In the middle of the ocean.
What could happen to it?
It was put down.
Its bark
Torn off
Viciously
Its flesh
Pierced.

But it rises to the surface.
Determined
Stubborn. Everytime
It rises. Like an obstinate
Child.

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