MOTHER  – STRANGE CREATURES

A POEM BY DAMIEN GAVILLET

A loner this one,

Gliding the depths,

Where light has no domain.

No eyes for vision,

But other senses,

Beyond our comprehension.

Her touch, your demise,

If you’re fool to venture,

Upon her domain.

Her spawn taking refuge,

Entwined in your ribs,

Their sustenance your flesh,

Heirs apparent,

Of the silent abyss.