caught on this line again.
Damn you with your
deliciously pink and green
like we living, shimmering things,
Maybe, after all,
I should give in, since you catch me
daily, and I always fall for it.
Let me slide through my
world very slowly as you reel me in,
gliding and twirling with your line,
feeling only the slightest twinge
of your hook in my mouth,
as I relish the last few moments
of slimy green and bitter cool
skimming across my scales,
flicking them up ever so slightly,
oh, FUCK this!
I felt you pulling, I can feel
your incessant tugging
foraging my nerves,
is that even muffled laughter
I hear through the waves?
Perhaps this will make you laugh:
I am swimming madly down,
my powerful tail negating my slender arms,
and you are letting out your line,
and adrenaline is rushing through
your veins for the fight,
but I stop and swim back toward you,
I can feel your ecstatic reeling,
and I leap, high,
and watch your mouth drop
and your eyes desire,
as my dripping hair flips over
and I arch my back
breasts perched in sunlight,
blinding plates of sea monster madness.
My eyes almost kill you,
you almost die,
but not yet.
Now I am back in my wilderness,
shooting toward your pathetic vessel,
or the Thin Man,
and you are overturned!
I watch your belongings sink in slow motion
and I watch your arms flail,
and just before you reach the surface,
I drag you to the depths in my jaws.