In The Well
My father cinched the rope,
a noose around my waist,
and lowered me into
the darkness.
I could taste
my fear.
It tasted first
of dark, then earth, then rot.
I swung and struck my head
and at that moment got
another then: then blood,
which spiked my mouth with iron.
Hand over hand, my father
dropped me from then to then:
then water.
Then wet fur,
which I hugged to my chest.
I shouted.
Daddy hauled
the wet rope.
I gagged, and pressed
my neighbor's missing dog
against me.
I held its death
and rose up to my father.
Then light.
Then hands.
Then breath.
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Andrew Hudgins
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