by Ari Collins
You gutted me like a fish.
Once my scales glittered brightly. Now I'm exposed. Empty. Raw.
I flopped away before you could gobble me up, but it's too late for my heart. And my entrails.
I almost wish I'd waited for the frying pan. Just so I might splash grease on you before I'm gone.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Impostory OR Unplagiarism
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2 comments:
I like this a lot.
I like it too. The title and the writing style should tell you something. But it's seriously dead-on, regardless.
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