Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2014
I lay,
love and dream
within the belly of the beast
inches from the edge
the deadly sting of denial
keeps me close,
frozen and still
barely breathing
I pretend it's fine
I'm fine, everything's just fine
sleeping near it's slithering heart
the booms and beats
keep me awake and aware
he will be up soon,
and hungry

He gets angry
restless and agitated
I use the hate to keep warm
pull it close
and lose myself in sticky sin
If I stay calm,
if I weather the storm
stay still, unseen
I'll be safe, he won't notice me at all

When his mouth opens,
and his throat clears
I can just barely see the sun
smell the fresh air
that swirls around
his snout, ***** and decaying
one day he'll sleep
and forget to press his lips
back together, so tightly
and that's when I'll make my break
escape into the sea
and never been seen again
that's when freedom will come.
Liz Devine
Written by
Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
521
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems