Stroll

I walked along the strand.
It was wet and smooth.
My footprints disappeared
As fast as they were embossed
Upon that hard-packed shore.
A torch of a moon shone down
And lured a light around the
Torso of a dead man.
His skin was ripped and white.
His gashes were blue and red.
In the distance I saw the smile
Of a shark, a glimmer in his eyes,
A chuckle in the dark.
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