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Diary Entry 25:

Based on Johann Georg Meyer’s ‘Betrayed’. Started: 12:03am. My dorm. Finished: 3:39pm.

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The Ant

Pity the creature

that follows its thirst up the cobblestoned path

only to find a well that’s devoid of water

and a breadcrumbed poison rising in a writhing gut.

In a trail that marks its end,

a procession of pill bugs play on.

It’s dawn,

and the sprinklers keep turning.

Thrown like a sash to the flames

a wet,

wide-eyed wonder

groans into a grave of grass.

-Amy Struthers

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