Thread: Ravenous Flood

The rain came and the river opened its mouth,
salivating at the chance
to gnaw on the fingers of trees.

Ground fell victim to the water's march,
fresh grass swallowed whole
as earth was churned into savory mud.

Even the old cat spurned the open door,
burrowing his graying whiskers in the tattered blanket,
and the boots tossed on the rug
were caked in flaking dirt.

The roof beat out a rhythm,
infiltrated my dreams
and asked me to step out into the dark,
bathe in the downpour as I did
so many years ago.
I declined its call.

It seems the river's belly is aching,
more famished than the birds begging for seed.
I waited out its hunger
in the warm womb of my home,
wishing for the meal to end -
but spring is not yet sated.


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I haven't felt inspired for a few days, but I made myself write anyway.

I see a large, eyeless, salamander, or something like a centipede. Might want to move to higher ground.