It was only me and the thing
and the ripples in the lake
The rowboat gently swayed
as it slithered all around
It was long thin no eyes
its body grew as it inched along
touching my bare toe
the string like tongue sticking to myfoot
I screamed pulled away
hugged my knees
at the furthest edge of the bow
One oar fell
floated away
It went for the other
wrapping itself around the wood
I yelled to scare it
but when I waved my arms
I shook the boat
this oar fell, too
It lifted its head and stared at me
like for the first time it noticed me
out of the slimy black void
that it was
And I stared into the black
the summer breeze blowing
the water lapping and quietly rocking
our silent stare in the boat.
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Rotten Pleasantness: Dark & Strange Poems and Prose
PoesiaMy first chapbook is full of things dark and strange. These 24 poems and flash pieces work to demonstrate the loss of innocence to the dark forces surrounding us. The reader is invited on a journey through childhood nostalgia, teenage awkwardness...
