The Fish

By , Rolla, MO

The pink,
fleshy outline
of a worm
dangles before me,
a pink light
in a sea of black.
I inhale the worm
as I swim away,
looking for more.
Then out of the darkness,
An iron grip holds me back.
I swim hard,
but the tug is harder.
I can’t breathe.
Panicked,
I flap around
on this blazing new surface.
Blurry images of beings with long
metallic poles fill my vision.
The pull increases, then decimates,
as I splash back into the water,
and look for my next,
barbed meal.






Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback