It holds secrets forever, lost in the watery abyss.
Lean over the edge and whisper it in.
Forever it will be sailing downward, downward to inky blackness.
Blackness where the white things are. Albinoed and spiked and many teethed.
Blackness where the monsters are. Blackness where man cannot reach.
Lean over and whisper it in and feel the release. The release of the sea.
Water and brine and chutes of steam and caverns.
Whisper it in and feel the release.
Feel the release of the deepness of the sea.
NaPoWriMo #3 #napowrimo