The Castle Literary Magazine


Spring 2008 | Volume 62 Issue 2


tim harmon ’09

what is that?

I look at the creature,
Reluctant to provoke it further.
Eyeless it stares back at me.
Yellow and grainy it seems to track my every movement.
It is taunting me.
I stab it with my fork,
and shout in victory as it dies.
You yell at me for playing with my food again.