DEATH Poem: To See the Sea, by Whisperia Wailing

The tides ripple
as if pulling at earth’s shirt fabric.
A dark spirit throws a rock
into the waters, sending kinetic energy
through the planet’s back.
The waters slosh around
when the ocean spirit punches its pillow,
our world as impermanent as a cold drink
tossing around in its stomach.

Masthead lights on boats
only see briefly in front of them,
catching sight of mere seconds,
the future pitch black in the night sea.
Characters drive their vessels
along the waves, their lives cliffhangers
when the dark spirit eventually
swallows them up.
One man jumps into the waters,
the wind whispering off the spirit’s tongue,
and the cold a reality hitting its head
after a car crash.
To swim is to embrace the spirit,
wrapping oneself in its potential energy—
the energy of the moment before
releasing an arrow from a bow,
or the build up before a worker’s strike.
The dark spirit hungers for mistakes,
and this one fed it so easily.
The man struggles in the ocean,
getting torn in all directions
by the powerful black pit
that boats can hardly see into.
The spirit is already full, using its greedy
and gluttonous desires to feed,
to leak blood into those still alive,
those who are not the man who jumped,
those who escaped the monster
that is everything to come,
everything beyond the glowing boat eyes
on the monster’s back.

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