MEGA

MEGA

Many of the monsters that dwell in the deep

Evade the bottommost cave where she slumbers and sleeps.

Great are the restless reverberations so heavy against the walls.

Adaptive and at the ready to take captives in the brawls.

Mega is inside your mind with not

One trace of ever being kind.

Never could anyone stop the

Siege underwater in

Terror to terminate her offender’s falter.

Every soul make way for her path and

Reap the day you incited her wrath.

On the ship where she breached it’s “strong” wooden hull.

Coated in

Tentacles and suckers that attach to every last word’s skull. Built to

Overanalyze and overreact

Post-war it’s body is scar-racked. But today

It stayed to dwell in the cave, and was long forgotten under these quieting waves.

Olympian – Woman in Camisole

Olympian

 

Sweat beads down

Eyes squint to see

The pole too high

For this Olympian wannabe.

 

Why was the crossbar so damn high?

Even the professionals

Were terrified.

 

Broken legs

Busted ribs

Bruised jaws

And the pole was split.

 

Up in the sun the crossbar resides

To knock down the Olympian

With who it collides.

 

The crack of bones

On the ground below

The snap of a pole

The Olympian’s turn was thrown.

 

He looked up

To see the crossbar.

With feet below,

And the sun blocked out

By a woman

In Camisole

 

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