A Bottle floats along the ocean,
Delivering horrors and woe;
A faded label,
Ripped and torn,
Choked a baby sea turtle,
Who saw the demons within;
Sank to the bottom,
Hit a rock,
Its contents popped,
And poisoned quite a few octopi,
Whose arms could reach inside and feel the Monsters of the Bottle;
They went the same way that the Bottle's owner did,
Trying to drown out the demons that persist,
And forget the creature that ran from his blood;
And as the paper melted,
With dripping ink,
She walked the lowest sea,
A Monster of the deep,
And watched the sun above,
Drowned beneath the waves,
Wishing to feel the sun again,
The deadly message in the Bottle floats along the ocean floor.
YOU ARE READING
VADE RETRO ME, SATANA.
PoesíaVADE RETRO ME, SATANA [Get off my back, Satan.] Disclaimer: This story becomes progressively lighter as I do.
