Fresh blood

By , Park City, UT
Setting sail across the vast sea
land slowly fading
as I peer over my shoulder
I no I have set sail

yelling my commands
I hear a shriek
one of my crew members
what could it be

I found myself in the water
my pack circling the boat
that smell. . .
FRESH BLOOD





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