in the dark before
dawn the fish people watch us
from shingle shorelines
drip drip as they walk
gasps from their little used lungs
cold blood translucent
green hued gills gently
billow at their scaly necks
as they plod inland
I’m writing a story about the Fish People. I’m quite enjoying it. Here’s a triple Haiku horror about them.
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