Wheeling Gull Isle derrida

aw+ but looking for any of these @Jasmine @Miseria @Perdition

they left the body in the lion's den, to rot and bloat to size.

now, engorged so that vaster mass engulfed bone, on wings of countless flies, it was carried past the stone lips and out into light.

the body frowned, to not be scorched to ash by the sun.

near enough for stilted gait to carry, there was a hole. it gaped, drinking deep of recent rainfall, which collected in the back of its throat. standing at its precipice, toes curling around slick edge, lifeless eyes watched the drop of water.

it called to the dead, an open grave.