She is these dark waters,
without emptiness for light or air to seep in.
She eats everything,
then circles round for more.
Sharp white teeth fill a gaping red mouth.
Swimming in the same black waters
that fill her up, she dives deep and surfaces.
Dives deep and surfaces.
Suffering this insatiable hunger,
she bears a constant struggle to
feed her self-absorbed question,
Summer waves fall lightly, blue-green, salty.
But her waters swirl violently.
They will either be calmly stilled,
build a gradual yet powerful vortex
pull her under.