The water knows,
It can taste my fear on the salty breeze,
It attacks the shore like a feral beast,
It lash’s at the shore in rancour,
Impotently contesting the land,
Taking chunks with it as prizes,
Time is on its side,
It breathes in,
Saving up for an almighty onslaught,
A tidal wave,
A titanic deluge of foul intent,
A watery mass of coral teeth and blades,
Overpowering the land with weight of fathoms,
They say that the sea is the bearer of life,
But it’s a resolute predator,
All it desires is to consume my flesh.
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