The Great Indigo Squid
By Kris Levin
The great indigo squid residing
A goodish amount of leagues
Under the sea, latches onto me,
Pulls me down into its murky depths.
Unsettled dirt clog a formerly beautiful
Tranquil aquatic atmosphere as
Immense appendages pin my struggling form
Like a dragonfly caught in a spider’s web.
Stunted electric blue tentacles emerge
From out the mammoth beast’s beak.
Hanging sublimely suspended
Like a dancing lightning storm
Caught in time before my very eyes.
Entranced as I watched these electrical,
Fairy-like projections,
The creature let me go,
But leave I did not.
The bolts extended serenely towards
My person as I looked past its spectacle
Into this demon’s glowing bloodshot orbs.
Transfixed, I tried to scream, but alas,
I surrendered that privilege once I left the air above.
Unable to move as they jutted towards me,
Heart thumping madly to the point of combustion,
Filling with fears, pressures and anxieties,
Terror grabbing a-hold of me like a live wire,
Latching onto my chest like a parasitic infection,
Lungs constricted under its all-powerful grip;
Absorbing the very life-force and energy from my body.
Mind faint, world spinning, the monster set me free.
Floating to the surface, coughing and sputtering,
I feebly begin to swim back to the shore.
Always will I remember the tremendous journey.
Always will I bear its weight and scars.
Always in the watchful eye
Of the great indigo squid.
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