Grassy dew bathed my sore feet as I tip-toed to the periphery of a well-deep pool. I could smell my own fear as it slipped down the slope of my appled cheek and dripped from my chin.
The creature appeared to be resting on the water's skin, not a wrinkle crinkled there.
Guardian of emotions; green as mother nature's hillside blanket, bumpy as a pebbled beach. Spear-sharp, tunnel-dark smirks lurking beneath serenity; seemingly dreaming.
Many a wrestling tussle have we brawled out and bawled about together. Thrashing, crashing, teeth gnashing, battle-thrashing, ego smashing; the walls came crashing. Long did I bottle up, toting up the scores, until they throttled me.
Release is relief. Release the grief.
Hence, for now, my weeped-out crocodile sleeps.