She stood at the edge of a deep rock
leashed to the side of the sea
with foam biting at her feet
and waves barking at her.
She breathes a salt stenched air
and watches its jaws open
only to see a sailor
rotting between its teeth.
She swallows air whole,
call it courage or stupidity
but she takes a step towards it.
Now the hound named
"Sea"
became full
once more.
Sep 10, 2020
Sep 10, 2020 at 7:47 PM UTC
She stood at the edge of a deep rock
leashed to the side of the sea
with foam biting at her feet
and waves barking at her.
She breathes a salt stenched air
and watches its jaws open
only to see a sailor
rotting between its teeth.
She swallows air whole,
call it courage or stupidity
but she takes a step towards it.
Now the hound named
"Sea"
became full
once more.
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