Stumble over seaweed slimed rocks at cave's mouth.
A foot jammed in gap.
Crimson gory pours from new gash,
slashed by jagged edge.
Profuse swears
to damn the day.
Words gush to
reinforce the salt water
rubbing into wound.
The time made worse
by circumstance would not be here.
Oh, to curse the curse
and needing cure.
Deep and melodic
female voice rumbles to
demand who dares profane
the air.
Trembled torn step forth
to meet the eel black darkness
slipping from the cavern.
Incorporeal made to silhouette
to bulk hidden in barnacled burlap cloak.
Throated gurgled giggle reaches to shriek.
"Blood!"
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