INKTOBER 2018: Drain, Day 21

Art and Poem by Miguel Guerreiro Lourenço

Drain was a somewhat strange Inktober prompt to get around. While I'm not overly fond of the illustration, I quite enjoy the poem.. 1 out of 2 is still good! Below is the transcription:

the skin on her knees

turned to scabs, as she

crawled forward through

crimson muck and grit.

please, she begged, weeping.

drain this misery from me.

no, it replied solemnly.

you are the perfect feasting

grounds for my children.

'Mercy'