I come
From the deep ends.

I am the deep ends.

The dark corners, the things

Skin moon-coloured, curdled milk
Hollow and wet.
All murky depths,
Stale waters

I do not know
About light.
Fresh air.

This far down
Time forgets.

Breathing takes years.

Centuries turn seconds turn
Centuries again,

Slow blink.

I speak quiet words.
Fish-tongue words.

I am the creature giving you
Nightmares, cold blood, wet screams that sink
Into nothingness.

The void swallows the sound.

Do not touch me: Your fingers
Cut on my scales. I will
Bite your heart out of your
Soft human skin.



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