Lighthouse Spotlight
Lost at sea yet the lighthouse blinds me,
crash into a cliff and a siren’s beckoning,
breast beat slowing as gravity crushes me in twilight.
As my specter bubbles to the surface,
I come by an ancient creature,
bioluminescence and teeth jagged.
He seems friendly.
Who am I to judge.
Copyright © Beatrix Macabre | Year Posted 2024
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