Lobster Bile
I was afraid.
The morsel of fear laid upon my finger
It laughed at my dismay
It was quick.
Leaping from my hand
To my carnivorous cave
It reminded me of home.
My moms warm garlic
mashed potatoes
Dancing around
Swirling with such soothing grace
It was peaceful, calming
It tasted like a buttery roll
A divine gift from the gods
Which fell gracefully upon my tongue
It timorously tumbled down my throat
Feebly and weak
I conquered it.
Then it sank its sharp fangs into my gullet
Causing my nostrils to flair
And my eyes to water
Its taste was deceiving
Mimicking its appearance
It was evil.
It thrashed around
and slowly finished sliding down my throat
But it was gone.
I rejoiced over the demise of my foe.
I conquered the unconquerable.
Copyright © Brian Byrne | Year Posted 2015
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