The Bloody Trail of the Bitter Shark

The Bloody Trail of the Bitter Shark

It came one morning with the mist
I washed my bloody hands
The ocean water spilled
Champagne-like around me

Then I saw the trail of tomato paste
Getting thick so fast
That I couldn’t make my best move
To the safety of the shore.

My hands were bloody
Red with fear and disgust
My throat swallowed lumps
Between choked breaths

The morning mist listless
And indifferent
The bloody trail of the bitter shark.

©2015 MK

2 replies on “The Bloody Trail of the Bitter Shark”

  1. Jae Rose says:

    This poem too has a wonderful cadence…swept along in the waves and the motion of nature…i loved the tomato paste image..a touch of surreal almost childlike wander at the world which made the scene even more powerful – happy new year to you 🙂

  2. soul mary says:

    Thanks, Jae.

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