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Out of His Watery Grave by Shellie & Steve Hill

Featured in / Out of the Blue He was an evil being, the source of much sadness, / That drove many past the brink of madness. Down by the water’s edge, his hands and feet tightly bound, / They tossed his evil body in, and waited for him to drown. As he felt the water fill his lungs, panic started setting in, / He knew his soul was going to hell, and he swore he’d come back again. For an eternity he’s felt the flames of hell burning away his skin, / Through the torture and the pain, he couldn’t remember his sins. He had to escape, he had to get out. / How would he do it? What would be his planned route? And then he saw it-the path he would take, / Through the innocence of youth, his escape he would make. From a child’s backyard pool he would rise. / Oh, he was so clever. He felt so wise. As the water filled, it created a wave, / And he made his way, Out of His Watery Grave. / / I’ve been told that I have a way of finding really strange things in some of my images. In case this image doesn’t make sense to you, the poem above is “Out of his Watery Grave” because I see the middle brightest line in the image as a spine and rib cage leading to a skull, which is the inspiration for the poem. Please let me know if any of you see what I see. Thanks, Shellie / Fuji FinePixS2Pro / Sigma 18-50mm @ 18mm / f~5.6 1/125 sec. ISO-100 contrast minimally adjusted using Kai’s Photo Soap