Talismanic Object
By Oliver C
Published 25 September 2019
Swift, sharp vicious
Teeth dig in skin
Releasing streams of red.
Quick, fast escape
Before blood drains from
Hopeless faces.
Screaming shouts clear the air
Bodies torn with despair.
Motionless bodies stone cold
Swept from sea to sea.
Fish stop flipping, birds stop lifting
The waters calm.