written by SJ Callender
edited by Siobhan Mitchell
You pulse your tentacles to pursue me;
Little shrimp. Your venom filled hair injects
Poison into your lair; polyps digest
Flesh. A little Medusa who chokes me
And blooded veins, a slither to the eyes.
You watch bodies crack in stone with a stare:
A sculpted statue trapped within your snare
Cracking with the sunken echoes of lies.
You once had irresistible charm, dear;
Flower of sea, a soft-bodied daisy.
Now there’s a stone that stills a falling tear;
The deep rooted coral I failed to see.
I envy clown fish, immune to your spear;
Not mangled prey, in your anemone.