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Rated: XGC · Poetry · Fantasy · #2123695
A post-apocalyptic jaunt inspired by Yeats and Wyatt.
The sun was colder than a witch's tit.
(The western one, I mean; the western sun.)
In Bethlehem, the beast had come and gone.

They came looking
for food, ravenous,
Not searching for me.

But they found me.
I lost an eye and two fingers of the left hand.
They lost everything.

I kept an old woman
(Barely a woman)
And a gaunt scrawny girl.

(The hag is blind,
But she can cook.
The girl can lick and suck).

We ate their friends.
(The cold kept the meat for weeks.)
And now we range.

The hag is funny.
The girl is stranger, and now,
Even scrawnier.

She is too slow, the old woman.
The girl agrees
We have to leave her.

We didn't kill her,
We didn't eat her.
We should have.

The girl is sick.
I found a cave.
She doesn't leave it.

The second moon
Didn't rise today.
A bad omen.

"But the sun,
Was it hot?"
Which one?


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