In the shallows,
flittering movements.
The deep too dark to see,
but you can sense,
feel, a wall of eyes
watching you.
Blood-tainted drool
mixing with the salty water.
In the depths something lives.
Surface life carries on in ignorant bliss,
but deep down we know
that these creatures exist.
We don't live in a yellow submarine,
For if we did,
we would be the beasts favourite cuisine.
Like a submersible metal banana
that he peels
to reveal
the intricacies within.
So, we fear the depths.
We avoid getting our hair too wet.
But oh, we love the shallows.
Through those waves,
dancing feet
soon forget.
In the depths, the beast howls
in gurgled neglect. Deep in the abyss
He sits. Watching the nets,
the oceans dirty secrets.
Our disrespect.
We just take our waste, and cast it,
like bait to any
behemoths that wait,
and oh, he waits...
Thousands of years,
he has watched.
Seeding the ocean
with his fleet of mini beasts.
In the shallows,
we stare out to sea.
Waves lapping merrily.
Menacingly,
the darkness of the water,
picks up a tint of red.
Then pain
shoots up your leg,
through twitching spasming body
the shooting pain is lead.
As each set of teeth, razor sharp,
devours you, ripping chunks
with hungry teeth, fleshy bits
caught in between.
They devour you
like the piece of meat, you are.
The beasts offspring
taste blood for the first time,
and they think it divine.
So now they have a taste
they may go out to dine.
Thanks for reading
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