I live with an octopus. Her tentacles suck every bright emotion out of me. She tells me things are only blurry under the sea.
My tears flood her oceans. Her round suction cups carry all my feelings, depositing them on the ocean floors. They live giving birth inside her jagged rocks.
All I can taste is the salt behind my eyelids. My only hunger is her swimming with the sharks. The creatures trying to devour her as fish stick dinners.
She is an unsafe buffet. I save the sharks. Reasons being they never pretend to be sweet like she does. Her recipe builds up nausea, made of food poisoning bribes. I defend her by saving them.
Keep her criminal act of slander from being known. Defeating myself as I sleep on top of her rocks. My feelings cracked open under the roaring waves of the oceans.
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