In the End

Whale Food?

I'm here wishing somehow to be in the otherness of self, kind of lost in my mind, wondering, forever wondering what, pray tell, will happen as I write my way to the end of this telling. 

I am lost in a penguin language, chemicals have taken over the sound of words in my head. Here instincts combine with a billion year evolution, chemicals too, that tell me to swim, swim for my life, until suddenly I am swallowed whole by a killer whale. I'm in the darkness waiting to be poop.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

I was watching a penguin show last night. What a rough life! Thanks for visiting!

[Briana O'Connor]

Wow...I just don't know what to say here...I'm about to pee my pants...This on one hand had a pull into deep thought and then there was the penguin language and whale poop...Love the humor entangled here. REally enjoyed this one. Thank you for sharing.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank you for visiting Barb. I didn't think anyone would ever visit this piece.

[B.J]

In the end it did make me smile. I enjoyed your work