The lake seems angry
She slaps crashes and punches against
rock and land
She paces her cage of limitations
Wants me to step closer
Chance my fate in her bosom
I sit the cusp of her oblivion
Close enough for the cool mist of rage-filled
breaths to scrape ‘cross my cheek
She wants to devour me
Cheaply I fantasize about feeding myself to her
My fear is not only am I not enough
to satiate her hunger
But not enough for her to even notice
I’ll sit here
just out of reach of want
Watch her pace and poke for weak spots
I toss her the table scraps of myself
My fears
My shame
My failures
My mistakes
My regrets
Maybe it won't satisfy her hunger
Maybe she won’t even notice
But I will
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