The beast lurks beneath the depths—
Eyes wide, fangs scarlet, claws pressed
Against the glass of reality,
Where he could see everything
This world held and let go.
Every way the dark water flowed,
He sees feet kicking, arms thrashing,
Nostrils bubbling and bodies passing
Over silver crescents of his home,
Praying they’d leave him alone.
When he locked eyes with a small swimmer,
He caught a glimmer
Of fear, yet a smile spread across their face.
When he smiled, they saw only fangs,
So the swimmer sped off, leaving the beast
To dream of what he had seen.
About the Author
Chloe DeVos (she/her) is an emerging author, who has crafted numerous poems and stories throughout her youthful journey. Some of her poetry has been published in local journals, such as The Bluebird and Dahlia Zine. She has also published two short stories. Beyond the realm of writing, Chloe finds solace in the strokes of drawing, the pages of manga, leisurely strolls, and delving into the annals of history.
