allahu.cipher

She sits by the pool’s edge
Waiting, plotting, mapping out
Each paddle, each gasp
It must be perfect of form
An impeccable execution
I must plunge my body
Forthwith and without splash
I’ll propel myself forward
torpedo-like through the waters
She bides her time for the moment
The perfect confluence of waves
That ever seems the next to come
But no, the water replies
You don’t make the rules here
I do, and with that she rears up
And swallows the little girl whole
And pulls her into her embrace
That terrible, magnanimous hug,
And the girl’s last thought is
Why did I wait this long, why
Did I delay this liquid bliss
The love I always wished for
And then she died of laughter.