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You step into the sand—I eat your foot—
I am the man-eating sand
And I’m spooky.
You scream for the blood
And search for a face,
But much to my disgrace
Do not notice the flood
Of the shore that can’t reach you.
You turn and it’s bright
And it shines
From the window of your eyes—
Sun blushes your skin
Like a crimson disguise.
And you’re waiting to leave,
But you’re having to bleed
From the nub where your foot
Once caressed the air
In its soft, careless stride,
Never doubting or knowing
The value of life.
You are a runner with your muscle tone
Which rests that beach all alone;
Your muscle, it fades and the pride fades the same
And all you can say is
“You’re turning to fat.” Then you stare into sky and shout
“What is that?”
But it’s only a bird.
A bird that can’t save you and won’t say a word—
It isn’t an airplane and you’re too good for people,
Remember?
And you’re going insane, each line that your mind writes—
More inhumane.
And that crimson stain of blood, skin, and anger,
Strangles you to the ground, but you can’t surrender.
I smile inside as I look where you lied—at the base of my mouth—
I shall swallow with pride.
My specs dissolve inside
You and cover every pigment—
Every rusty fake tan you ever put in it.
I crawl through your ears and inside your ears—
Your brain is mine.
You sink and I stab every hope you’ve ever had
Inside that idealistic life.
You scream and my heart beams, “Help” and I start to feel flattered
And realize that pride
Is all I’ve been after.
I gulp you as you gaze into the ground,
Pull your eyes from your sockets, your teeth from your mouth
And you think that I’m crazy and don’t say a word,
You think that you’re dreaming, but that is absurd—
I’ve got you.
You say your last goodbyes in your silent, shocked mind
And float along sea with remains picked free—
Dry—
I left some limbs for salt
To coat you like candy
And ultimately
For sharks and their satiety
Who often like arms
And legs
A little salty—
I’ve heard they taste like French fires.
Enjoy your vacation.