Wednesday, March 29, 2017

The Deep by Ruby Mills

The Deep

All was silent
Everything except for the water
The day seemed nothing but violent
But it was in the hands of the great plotter

One step, two steps, three steps, four
Something is pulling on the legs
Her mother is watching in horror from just offshore
Please let go she begs

With a great force was she sucked under
Her breath was fleeting
Her life the creature did plunder
Left to the monster, her body took a beating

It is she that the creature will keep
For she now belongs to the deep.

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