I read my shore like a history book, my solitude its end. I can sense the creature rising, you see, but chose to stay silent every time.
I can read the tar shore of this viscous ocean like a history book. Every day I stalk the perforated rocks with my harpoon, hunting to thrive. Here, Joachim stood foolishly close to the opaque ocean. From the depths, the creature rose, maw unhinged. There, the ragged boulder where Jonathan was last seen. The creature rose from the sea, teeth gleaming.
I read my shore like a history book, my solitude its end. I can sense the creature rising, you see, but chose to stay silent every time.
Sue Clayton
22/1/2022 01:32:36 am
I think the right choice was made.
Dee Lorraine
26/1/2022 12:39:01 am
Agreed, Sue. Comments are closed.
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