Suspended in stygian brine
Disorientation
Total absence of
Directional indications
Indecision paralyzes
No sound or
Motion inviting my frantic eyes
kicking, spinning, searching
For any signs of life
Spotted
What I take to
Be lantern light
Bobbing
Growing
I swim with all my might
A cloud of translucent
Gelatinous flesh
Tentacles jet past me at
Breakneck pace
The light continues
Toward me to drift
I stroke with a hitherto
Unfound strength
The light looms
A glowing haze
Realization dawns
Too late
Jaws are closing all around
Like a fish on a line
Drawn into the angler’s maw
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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