A fisherman sails on a boat
Cruising on the green foamy waves
He casts a fishline into the sky
It catches a cloud and reels in the mist
The fisherman eviscerates inside
He sinks into what is now corrosive foam
Excreted battery acid, biting his skin
Like the teeth of a hare
He sinks further into a mound
And dives deep into the soil
Mind muddled, the seeds spit roots
That bind his arms against the silt
Swallows seeds, spits out a bouquet
His air is twisted and he falls back under his boat
With a line and a hook caught in his shin
He cries out and removes the hook
Along with a chunk of scaley pigment
His boat is now punctured and melts like Dali’s clocks
So he drinks it up and pops like a tick
About the Creator
Jennifer Childers
I just write thoughts on anime, games, music, movies, or other things that are on my mind. Occasionally a poem or short story might come up.
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