Friday, December 23, 2011

Black Bile

It came oozing from her mouth as she spoke and my ears as I listened.  
It dripped onto the floor in ink-black puddles of trepidation.  I wanted to silence the beating of my heart, because I knew that it was the tribal drum that wakes the creature at the bottom of the bitter black depths.  From the dark parts of ourselves hands began to emerge, clawing at the smoke that filled the small room.  
Our shadows leaked from our faces and started to act of their own accord.  
From her expression I could tell that she did not see them or else she was in league with them.  She spoke, but I couldn't understand her.  I just nodded my head politely and waited for whatever it was we were waiting for.      

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