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A Real Boy

I walked beneath the ribcage of a giant whale; Encapsulated in the briney entrails of an empty long-dead being. Its grimace echoed in these halls of boned wall, Of which calcite chambers temper; Sturdy glass upon the shores. Licked by lightning, hiding hints, Raking sand with combs of sea, Until I reached the portcullis, I was too afraid to breathe. From the bone, hung weeded curtains, Sour, from the sea. Dangled down, to repeat a sense, Of giant mammal's teeth. The viscera of foliage hung demure. Violent, still, while biding time. Swaying wet with salt, debris; Beneath sat a heavy jaw. Unclenched by neither cheek nor jowl, Yet open for a crunch, The mouth from which I stepped, Devoured, A sense of self I hadn't kept. What once was oaken, knotted pine, Engrained in skin of shrub and wood. Was now the fleshy, un-divine, Boy who ought and could.

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Date: 11/7/2024 4:42:00 PM
This is a really intriguing piece... I can't quite get my arms around it all, which makes it all the more enticing. The imagery is off-the-charts-great, methinks. Huzzah! ~ Gershon
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B.J. Fitz
Date: 11/8/2024 12:07:00 AM
Thanks for reading, Gershon, Im sure you've either read or watched Pinocchio...

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