There must be more lurking beneath the surface here that I'm not seeing. Even so, there is an eerie tone to this one; I never thought jelly and ants could sound so sinister.
Bread,"from grain on scattered hillsides"kneaded lovingly together,a seamless whole;joyfully consumed, except the crust,shared with otherlivingcreatures.
There is definitely something more, Joseph. I'm not sure yet what it is. I'm glad to have sparked your imagination, though!
Miss Sadie, you have a much less sinister take on things!
It Is So DarkIs it the forageor the trails that are painful?I cannot tell nowif I ever could.The driver ants darken thingsas they pass, a wavebreaking over me.They sound just like red gaspingbreath, the last taken,Death's drab closing door.
I think of vultures and spiny anteaters, against the jelly of flesh. Wonderfully evocative words.
Christopher, you've got it. The source of the pain can't even be isolated anymore. Munch, munch
Elisabeth, I like your choice of words! Vultures and spiny anteaters, against the jelly of flesh.
My heart goes to the underdog. Why am I weepy over a sandwich? Perhaps because I know it is so much more, and the weight of ants grows heavy.Came over from Christophers. Thought I'd have a look around.
Annie, meet Rachel.Rachel, meet Annie.Two of my good friends.Yay!:)
Welcome, Annie! And thank you, dear Christopher!
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