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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Darkness swells from the depth of the sea, waves crashes against waves, the mad sea roars and vomits vengeance, it belches and yawns at the sound of her name. They have been drifting for many days, entranced with panic, fear and delusion, gripping tightly to the edge of their boat, drifting deeper into her venomous throat. I can hear echoes and screams, I can sense desperation from the extreme, Oozing bumps on the surface of my skins, I just don’t know where to begin. The horrors of the sea hisses and lashes, It flings and tosses their boat in a ball. chopping and folding up blood red water, preparing for the horrific slaughter. She emerges from the depth of the sea, hoping for a grand jubilee, flattering her six meter coat, straining under five thousand pounds, she swims violently towards their boat. She grinds everything in her path, and tries to tear their boat apart, raw meat grinds with flesh, flesh pounding with flesh, flesh devouring flesh. Six women and four men , bring the jubilee to an end, armed with guns, rockets, and knives, they were determined to survive, They drifted closer to the shore, but she bust the door of their little boat they ripped the side of her six meter coat, but she managed to stay afloat. They aim directly at her throat it misses, and burns the side of her coat. She growls and barks, rises and spins, and prances at their boats with a sudden fling. Barrage of bullets puncture her gut, she howls and groans but didn’t give up, she overturns their speeding boat, and catches them under her throat She rips apart their arms and legs, and have supper with their bleeding heads, she grinds them in her toothless jaws, no one could escape her formidable claws. She dances and hisses, Splashes and dashes, Smashing the boat with her sinister tail, and quenches her thirst with their blood stained veil. Loretta escaped that grisly moment, and grips tightly to the overturned boat, with the knife aiming directly at her throat. death faces death, fear faces fear, the midnight massacre begins. Slashing and piercing, stabbing and gorging, Loretta’s fear dissolves in thin air. her bullet rigged body and rocket torn Jaws, caused Loretta to gazed in awe, one single knife, and one single throw, Loretta empties her swollen gut with a single blow. They came out one by one, married men and single women, severed arms and broken legs, and corpses of missing children. Pretty women and wealthy men, leak out of her bleeding gut, maggot oozing out of their flesh. What really happens before their death? Skeleton fingers wrapped around barbie dolls, some still holding their little beach balls, carrying their little buckets and spade, they must have being playing before they strayed. Man against beast, beast against man the midnight massacre was where it all began. Christine Phillips ©2013
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