Heart Attack

By:  Wyshona

A great white shark

            attacks from   

                  B

                   E

                   L

                   O

                   W

 a swift slam—a fatal maim

and then it swims

a        r        o       u       n       d

and waits for the prey to die.

You came from the  d

                                e

                                p

                                t

                                h

                                s

jaws wide open and—

                        HIT

before I knew what

had happened.

A gasp. My heart

Fluttered.  Sped.

A taste.  A gnaw.

Prey?

I struggle to stay afloat

while you decide if I’m

worthy of you.

I pray.

Not prey.

You surface for a

moment, and I see

those black, soulless

eyes.  You stare at

me.  Many call you

monster, but is that

what I see?

You swim away with

shreds of my flesh and

muscle between your

teeth; my bones in your

gullet; my heart lost.

I am left.

Bereft.

Broken.

Bleeding.

Hand to heart,

while I try to

tread the water

of life as you

leave me in

your wake.

Fall 2013

Revised Spring 2014