The Creeping Below


With a slurp,

my feet were drawn tight to the


The cold seeped up

my ankles

and migrated throughout

my body until….

my brain was numbed

with the frostiest, deepest thoughts…

Each one

an icy nugget of

darkness and despair…

that dripped down my spine…

and splashed within the

oily water below….

Each tiny idea…

a small, sinister seed…

in an effort to

continue the cycle of

ambiguity and hatred

that had started…

in a putrid sewer…

deep beneath…

a once….




David L. Whitman 10/24/2012 from far above the darkness

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