Box Jellyfish and the Blue Ring Octopus

Noah

Grab me, stun me, take a hold of my last breath.
Nauseated, saturated, venom pulsing through my chest.

Slither, swim, take me to the grim.
Panic, havoc, if only I could outlast it.

Poke.
Bleed.
Won't you help me?

Collapse.
Die.
Be wary of the sea.

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 17th, 2018 12:03
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Gabriella

    very good

    • Noah

      Thank you

    • Lorna

      This could be an analogy for the dangers on dry land as well!

      • Noah

        That makes me see it as the sea is a sea of people and everything kinda makes it seem like your talking about liars lol



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