Slice
3ww prompt: Drain, Epic, Nibble
With the swell of the decennary
Your pea crab fingers nibble at my throat
white plumes erupted from the wave's crest,
washing up my deep frailty;
a drip of knowledge traveled down my cheek
a drain; for my soul is under the aegis of you.
You who have the blade.
Through all the tender lives infiltrating this space, epic we are not
For I too am the walrus
And you in all your glazed finery, slice me.
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