This bubbling purple,
In the slime muck,
Sliding out of the swamp,
With bugs cascading around the creature’s flesh,
Their hunger not yet satiated.
And the being on which they feast,
Has too much blood to even care.
Both bug and creature now go for the flesh of the two,
That sit upon the pier,
Legs locking together,
The couple loving without fear,
But they will run and scream,
From the terror of the swamp,
And not look back even as,
That boat they bought—
Is torn into little—
And the remains set to cast upon the water.