Sitting on the steps,
Of Panther Hollow.
Peaceful, happy, sunshine.
Looking down
I
See
A fish.
Falling, falling, splash.
Now I’m in the pond.
Where is the fish?
Salt burns my eyes,
Crocodile tears.
A jaw crushes through my neck,
A knife through butter.
I’m no longer me,
I’m the fish,
Watching my body swim away
With a scaly escort,
My head falling to the bottom,
Filled with Crocodile Tears.
