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Swamp Child
Kneel before the rich black mud
the minty plants smell when bruised
she sees the double backed burden
spouting eggs into the brown tea water
shame gathers with the loaches at the bottom
as the dragonfly larvae pounce
and eat those who have just been born
the shadows hold no magic to her yet
Hands fly, she captures a creature
pulling its leg to keep it safe
pulling its...
Monday 15th March 2021 9:28 pm

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