The undertow of man
I am not seen or heard, but I fight with fists against survival
I fill your throat and belly while fighting against my own hunger
I flatten the terrain and change the weather so that you may walk
I am the mother, sister, and daughter that shakes fresh meat in front of the animals face
I'll take this futile stalker away from you and brush you from his mind...only to replace you with myself
I will refuse to fail you
After every hit, burn and shine of laughter
I will be your food, your sun, your green lush field
As you are my Thompson
Shake the world with your voice
And I will keep you, the world and everything living on Me. Alive.
I am the infant, the child...
I am the girl
1 comment:
Wow, this is a really great piece. Totally different from where I went with it but much better in my opinion. I really liked your Stop Motion video as well, especially the part when your brother's girlfriend is skateboarding on his back. Haha I got quite a chuckle out of your worst story too. "Self-richetous bitch with minions..." Teehee.
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