A cephalopod bleeds
her blackness,
she feels afraid, senses danger,
and the darkness provides
refuge, seconds to escape carnage
Others of her genus
sheild the pain with shells
tattooed in delft blue,
Lined with mother-of-pearl
Some use toxins to kill –
Their lazy form of aggression,
all the while, she dreams of being
a bull shark with razor teeth
to gnash her enemies
It's a foolish dream, of course,
for a shark cannot truly hide
(and she wants to hide),
so she quietly lives as an indigo girl
in her ocean den,
rarely revealing her weaponry:
The tide goes out,
mussel beds exposed,
the wind tangles her skirt,
echoing the sea breeze
as she advances the sandbar,
hauls off her rubber boots
one at a time,
allowing her stubby tentacles
to generate the satisfying
squish squish squish sound
as they wiggle in the beach silt.
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Tracy Kreuzburg
I love reading, writing and storytelling, and using stories to convey truths. I feel this is a platform that will encourage me to write my stories, I also have an interest in connecting written work to art.
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