You used to swim frantically from imaginary sharks in 5 foot waters
back and fourth gasping for air every third stroke
acting as if you were afraid to get caught
and ripped from behind
underneath the rippled dark waters splashing heavily in your dads pool
though it wasn’t the shark that you craved to be chased from
you craved the attention of your 6 foot 3 father standing at the grill
eyeing the next door neighbor at her perky breasts and long hazel hair
she wasn’t much older than you
you become tired of being chased by the blood thirsty being lying beneath the water as you suddenly realize the real monster isn’t the 8 foot long fictional creature below your desprite little feet
the real monster is the one above the water
preying on selfishness
indecency
cigarettes
and alcohol
the lack of humanity of the man is astonishingly comparable to the beast splashing in the water
You ask yourself as you pant in exhaustion from swimming laps in the pool
who is lacking the most humanity?
the beast below the water
or the rum ridden monster above?
- theartofwillowstree
