Dung-aw (standard:horror, 211 words)
Author: jopoguerrero	Added: Aug 07 2008	Views/Reads: 3635/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
tearless death

Dung-aw 

With an earful, Dung-aw clings on doors or windows or swings. She hopes,
waits and desires for a burst of cry or even just a weepy sigh. 

For someone's tears, Dung-aw needs, to hug or caress or knead her
thinning, wasting, debasing cadaver of a thousand years - enslaved by 
death without a tear. 

Then there's a boy - Dung-aw hears - who frets, growls and bawls.
Dung-aw flies, hovers then catches the rush of the crystal tears from a 
child of uncertain fears. 

With a chuckle, Dung-aw applies, on her face, neck and breasts the
shining, rolling, living tears from a fussing boy who all his loved 
ones he annoys. 

But in despair, Dung-aw shouts and roars and howls and stomps for the
tears - her salvation, her liberation - refuse to lap or kiss her 
cadaver of a thousand years. 

And in a blink Dung-aw remembers, that a loved one's tear or cry or sob
solely for her sufferings, pains and death - not anybody's innocent 
naked wail - could shatter her cold eternal jail. 

Oh! In great disgust, Dung-aw thus gnaws, nibbles, swallows and devours
naughty boys or moody girls or unruly kids who waste their precious 
tears on spilt milk, shabby dress and broken teddy bears. 


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