Dark, Freestyle, Horror, Poetry, Writing

The Maw

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A child awakes,
Frigid with the chill of loneliness,
Hunger gnawing at innards,
Swathed in dense darkness
Murky water drips down,
Plinking against hard pavement
The wonder of childhood innocence,
Just faltering memories now
Hopes torn asunder,
Dreams broken one by one,
Hearts squished until
Liquid crimson pours out
The children weep,
But, in vast emptiness,
Not a soul hears their pleading
One after another,
They’re sent to the slaughter
The children fade,
Swallowed by
The abyssal maw overhead,
Just waiting for more prey

© 5 September 2019, by Haley Scully

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