an octopus.
its soul lodged deep in its throat.
an arm sent down
to seek and retrieve.
another forced down,
annoyed by its attempt
at a spritual quest,
chokes until the other 6
are a set of limp waste.
the soul melts back into the water
and the salt.
the body becomes
no more than sand.
the color of a rock;
predators see,
but know:
they are no match
for the true enemy.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
an octopus.
its soul lodged deep in its throat.
an arm sent down
to seek and retrieve.
another forced down,
annoyed by its attempt
at a spritual quest,
chokes until the other 6
are a set of limp waste.
the soul melts back into the water
and the salt.
the body becomes
no more than sand.
the color of a rock;
predators see,
but know:
they are no match
for the true enemy.