crimson shines so ably
the saltwater and blood become fast friends,
spiral and wind away,
deeper and farther
spreading the word,
there is food here,
there is death here.
makes me wonder,
as i get broker,
and my situation decays,
what that guy meant
when he said,
"how you, chum?"
the sharks show up in droves today.
and as they tear into me,
and i feel my flesh disintegrate in a thousand directions,
i can only smile,
because if i don't,
they will know
they
have
gotten to me.