Sea Blood

I stand by the beach.

Waves. Dry air.

I smell blood.

From the horizon comes the deep blue,

It dyes my feet red.

Gently the echoes spell characters –

Please, donate blood.

Not pristine, it no longer possesses spirits.

Out of terror I retreat one step back,

Turning black,

The sea comes two steps forward.

The sea gulls gather around,

If they do sing or they do scream.

My feet is still in red.

The deep roars that come from underneath,

It does not allow my turns no more.

I've used up all my moves,

I've completed my little prank,

And now it's time to pay.

Frozen. My eyes cannot process.

Except a figure not so concrete –

It shows the teeth,

All open, tongues towards my feet.

Alone, only for my blood.

I no longer have rivers flowing,

Donated. Depleted.

I become sea blood.