The Feast

March 10, 2009
By Aleak GOLD, Oregon, Wisconsin
Aleak GOLD, Oregon, Wisconsin
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Locusts swarm and feast upon it.
I stare at it blankly.
How did this happen?
But there is no answer
only the humming of their wings
and the feasting, oh the sound of feasting.
I thought it'd be quick, but I was wrong.
Long, and long, and longer yet.
They stayed, they must have enjoyed the flavor.
I wondered secretly of the taste.
Sweet or bitter?
At this point it didn't matter much.
It was no longer mine.
Then I could smell it.
The rotting.
I winced. but only slightly.
And then they were gone.
Leaving behind nothing but a slight lump of meat.
That once was my heart.

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