Waiting in the Well

In the deepest wells

where no splash is heard

after a stone's sudden drop

from a child's hands

lies a beast

who fills and depletes his lungs.

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He slumbers deep,

but soon he comes

to bare his teeth

and show his cracked,

but whole claws.

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In my flesh and bones,

I sense this other world away,

but days have come and gone,

and I've barely managed

to hang on

and tumble through

this one I call my own.

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Yet I give pause,

knowing soon, 

he will emerge

from this well of stones

to fight me for my life

and the very light I've been shown.