Shark infested water glass teetering
On the third arm of my chair.
The stained glass painting smirked and pondered the sight.
Half my skin mask
Glowing, flickering vermillion in rays of fire.
Cloth-bound bag of bones in the living room
Hourglass in the kitchen
In the murky deposit, the sand molds.
Algae flourish on the fountain of youth
Suffocated by immobility it pushes back inward.
Knotted and thick the algae forms vines
Too twisted and tangled to grow out.
Licking the glass they long for shatter
Or timber.
Feasts ceased and water does not fill the void.
A tumble, a splash a Kraken of sharks in my lap.
Licking their teeth writhing on the floor.
Biting their tongues in asphyxiation.
Whipping tails and clenching jaws
subsides
Sharkcorpse infested carpet
Below my gaze, doubling
A cloth beneath the sharks.
Shark remains infested furnace
Chimney infested smoke.
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