October 12, 2023. 11:15 AM
Predators come and try her
She vanishes and swims up as a silver fish
Crawls back to surface as a crab
Flies out of the water as a nymph
Dancing slowly to the mysterious and bizarre beat that floats around like the breeze
She flutters her wings, slightly flies, hovering over the slimy rocks
Her hips swinging side to side sensually
He -the predator- gets surrounded by death
And death slowly nibbles and eats him away
Death, many deaths munch on him until he disappears
Until bones are barely there
Nothing and no one else to prey upon
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Stuff I write
PoetryCollection of old and new written pieces from my notebooks.-IssyVaal
