of something
coming for you
on the unavoidable wave.

In living there is always
the terror
of the alien boneless
thing

of something
blue
coming for you
from the blue and salty sea
spat
on your bare and shrinking
skin.

In living there is always
the terror
of the poison finding
your heart

of something
whose stingers
will stretch over you
like stars
with an ancient burning
patience.