petty

An assignment for my English class. Had to write a poem about a place; I wrote about the inside of a monster's belly. Supposed to be a statement about how people tend to have petty little worries when bigger things are obviously going on, but I suppose

Slick, dark walls of flesh, pulsating
The devoured and disintegrating
The fetid, putrid, bated breath
The signs of fast-approaching death
The sound of panicked, pounding heart
The searing of my skin apart
And dip into the acid pools
With wishes that the burning cools
The invading, heated, bubbling bile
The tears of long-dead crocodiles

Fright, distress, and worry’s pawn

…Did I leave the oven on?

Reviews

[Aristella Bellum]

This was quite funny... I enjoyed your use of imagery all for the simple little worry.