Andrew Hudgins, 'In The Well'

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In The Well

My father cinched the rope,
a noose around my waist,
and lowered me into
the darkness. I could taste

my fear. It tasted first
of dark, then earth, then rot.
I swung and struck my head
and at that moment got

another then: then blood,
which spiked my mouth with iron.
Hand over hand, my father
dropped me from then to then:

then water. Then wet fur,
which I hugged to my chest.
I shouted. Daddy hauled
the wet rope. I gagged, and pressed

my neighbor's missing dog
against me. I held its death
and rose up to my father.
Then light. Then hands. Then breath.

By Andrew Hudgins

Comments

[med_cat]

Vivid description...

Poor dog though :(

[duathir.livejournal.com]

It is sad, I know. Poor boy, also.

[bloodrebel333.livejournal.com]

Wow.

[duathir.livejournal.com]

Yes.