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It's Just a Bit of Water

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The water is a dark, forbidding color
Like the angry clouds on a stormy night
Or the evil black of an old witch’s eyes.
It smells of dankness and darkness
And wildness, like the stubborn weeds
That have grown their way through the cement
By the side of this deep, brewing cauldron.

The wind blows, bringing the taste of salty sunshine
And little ripples dance across the surface,
Light briefly touching evil before going its own way,
Or the potion within birthing a terrible monster—
Which, I cannot decide, but both leave me shivering.
My mother’s voice is impatient as she calls to me,
Cajoles and commands, telling me to jump in,
But the pool is as endless as the rabbit hole,
And Wonderland holds no special appeal.

She climbs out, sleek and dripping wet,
And little dark dots appear quickly by her feet
As she beckons me—“Hurry up, jump in!”
I shake my head, but finally, she’s had it,
And in I go, with a shriek that sets the birds,
Watching curiously from the rafters, up into the sky
As the curious summer sun peeks through the roof
To watch me flail and sputter, and my mother
Only shakes her head. “It’s just a bit of water.”




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Rebekah_Cruz said...
Jan. 30, 2012 at 6:18 pm:
That story is ama-ZING! With extra ZING!
 
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Posiedensheartbreak said...
Jul. 23, 2011 at 12:16 am:
great description you are extremely talent dont listen to anyone who tells you you cant write because they dont know what they are talking about
 
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