Fishscale armour weighs his shoulder
his knees grip the back of a pregnant seahorse
They shimmer in the half-lit grotto
skeins of light skimmer across forebrows
TVs tuned to the same channel
congealed blood about her tail
dark, pliable, hardened, slightly green
they silt themselves gently in a recursed recess
blood spurts in clear white blooms
filaments cut through clean white flesh
exit wounds shower blood
what kraken wakes?!
Pain flared broods, bitter seaweed beds
all dead, all dead, a bell-bruised sea!
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