“Swallowed by the Dragon” Excerpt by Angie Hoover
I churned with the black in the belly of this beast. Swaying in bile as thick and dark as the oil of the Earth. After some time, I stopped swimming and sank. How peaceful it felt to stop clawing at the walls of her stomach. staying afloat was not worth the struggle. I would drop into her deep. I’d get smaller and smaller and then I would melt. I’d be liquid in liquid. Blood in blood.
Artwork by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
This came to me like a comforting memory. I don’t know what that says about me. I almost feel like it is a complete work because it has such a clear beginning and end in my own mind.
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