Attacks stack from the scratch,
no longer free.
She staggers, strays.
Numbly falling,
into another fractured frequency.

Pause. And, break.
“every little earthquake”,
Sharks wait.
Innocent inner state.
Violently braving another bold mistake.

The offer versus the stake.
Her bow lapses, too late.
Shattered arrows, grate and graze.
Fading gray:
Don’t catch these poison waves.


ink is free, so…