Crisscrossed lures continue to wind
around each other while wrathful
waves rock the boat. They all yell
and debate, wondering if she
will sink or float.
Fear drifts back to the bottom
of the trench. Fear tethers back
to being tender bait on a hook,
scraping over sea floor sand.
The splashing waves send out
stenches of salt and brine.
The break in the chaos allows
clarity to release everything
else trapped in here. Debris
cling to the edges, woven
as tight as fishing nets.
Afterwards, notice the firm details.
Pay attention to how both feet
feel, when they stay anchored
to a plain-sailing surface.
Ally Campanozzi started writing in middle school and has been expanding her passion since. Her background includes a BA in Psychology and an MA in Creative Writing from SNHU. She is currently pursuing an MFA in Fiction Writing. Her writing has been published by Grim and Gilded, Bright Flash Literary Review, The Closed Eye Open, Dream Noir Magazine, and others. She lives in Colorado. Follow her on Instagram: @allycampanozziwriting
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