Written by: Barrett Yandell    
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Incident

Not natural, this repose.
The others act at playing
in the sea. Dubbed-in laughter.
Who gave the ending away?

Cue sunset. Slow, moribund.

I think of darkness to come,
of blood and sharp cutting things.
And that large thrashing horror
just now breaking the surface.