The Beast

It was warm inside the belly of the beast

Dark yes, but unsoothing no.

It was another loss, but never a defeat

At least that’s what I told myself so.

These walls so murky, dense and proud

I am safe here

In order to live I must never reside too long

I am brave here

They say I must atone, but for what I do not know

The fire in my tongue has inflamed

With the most burdensome persecution.

Should I stay here; but for what I do not know

Prose by Cheryl Gault

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