Hour 1: Crocodile

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.

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