A hybrid experiment of found words and self-authored fragments collaged together.

Tadpoles

The girl was now a toad
Eggs fat with moisture popped in her mouth
thickened her tongue with fetid tadpoles
She drank deep from the flow
Pulled the river into her maw
Cushioned the dead with mould and algae

The toad was a big toad
Her brain too large
Her head as big as a sweet potato
Her cheeks a violet blush
where the current had battered her

I came closer
Saw the terrible green inside of her
the rotten warted pupils

I pulled the trigger.

Photo: Tadpoles by Petr Ganaj, via Pexels