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Shark : a poem

Posted by Remy on March 16, 2010


Her body a corpse. Teeth a burnt forest.
Cold. Her eyes are like boiled eggs.
Lurking at every corner of the sea. Her house
is the way unto the deep. Watch your legs

if you swim aside into her way. If you
stray into her path, a bird into a snare,
you become her bread of secrecy.
Rage has built her house, has hewn out fear,

the wounded are pulled down into the black.
Relentless, she’s never closed an eye in rest.
Do not descend into her chamber of death,
for her lust is like a fire unto the chest.

She is cunning and hungry as a harlot.
She will clothe the simple man in scarlet.

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