The rumbling in my stomach is the curse I possess
I glide into the black, its lapping caress
Thunderously hungry, it’s night but I’m chill
I wait. I wait. I’m the silence, the still.
I own every movement of the water surround.
Moving over my body, unaware, not a sound.
I own the darkness, the cool of the meer
The watery depths, the mud, the fear.
The ache in my belly growls deep but I wait.
For my prey to be lulled to the peaceful strait.
My eyes fix on this space; beyond, stars like jewels
The last he will see as the darkness falls.