The Skank and The River

While walking on the edge of the riverbank,
the riverbank shaped as a tank,
a tank with fishes that looked like sharks,
like sharks wanting to attack,
to attack anyone who was a skank,
I completely felt how my body shrank.

It shrank as if someone planted in me a bite.
a bite so powerful, so tight,
so tight that my heart remained in fear, in fright.

In fright, for not having foreseen the bite,
the bite that happened in the middle of the night,
the night where I left to escape with my knight,
my knight who waited for me next to the riverside.

The riverside that had no streetlights,
no streetlights to illuminate my sight,
my sight that had become blurred, then I became so petrified.

So petrified for not being able to see my knight,
my knight who could have guided me to the light,
the light ever so bright,
so bright to have showed me the path,
the path where I could have safely walked in that riverbank.

that riverbank shaped as a tank,
a tank with fishes that looked like sharks
like sharks wanting to attack,
to attack anyone who was a skank,
a skank that unlike me did not sink
not sink into the riverbank
the riverbank where the skank
the skank pushed me
me! into its waters to run away with my knight.

Written by: L.L.

June 28, 2014