If it wasn’t, the terrible sadness would consume my heart.
I suppose the fear will subside like the tide,
and a new shore will take shape
with solid and dry places to support weight.
The real terror is in the vehemence,
The wild, pinwheeling eyes
rolling back, like a shark
before devouring everything to satisfy
an internal hunger.
The saddest part – most terrifying – is that it’s all true