Deadly Beast
By DDRAIN
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Every scream replaced with air of bubbles, every struggle completely denied. Oxygen slowly slipping away, like drops from a saline bag.
Memories of all those skipped swimming lessons long since forgotten, regret creeping in like a long awaited ‘I told you so’.
The cold slowly taking hold, every movement becoming restricted.
The thought of being regurgitated like a badly received medicine, or being digested as a memory, a warning to others.
The deadly beast had made another great catch.
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I think that this works well and acheives some of the very important necessities of poetry.
Good imagery. Figurative language used well. Personification - what's not to like!
I'd take care with the similies; the saline bag, the I told you so and then the badly recieved medicine perhaps could all work more smoothly with each other. I'd edit with that in mind but overall this is a good effort.
Well done.
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