Gulp

Sipping from the faucet or bottle,

a swig of supposedly pure 'Adam's Ale' is blissfully savored,

while in the inner recesses of fear there lingers

a nagging wondering in subdued anxiety — is it really safe?

 

Then is stirred that pillow snorted menacing vision from somewhere unknown,

about nights when a thick fog hovers over some body of water

creating a foreboding shroud as if being held in place by an evil force.

 

It hides what swims beneath the surface —

gray and slimy hideous, reptilian forms, born by a wicked witch's cursed hand,

who have stalked for eons the countless havens of aqua domains,

rising only occasionally to look for prey

among the mortals, wandering too near and end up disappearing,

leaving behind only splashes of blood

which are quickly washed away.

 

Within the bubbles and ripples of untold tides

these vicious unearthly beasts also deposit

the little seeds of their essence.

 

Odorless, colorless and tasteless, they are never noticed,

even when we swallow them in what we drink.

 

Later, they fester in our brains,

torturing us with nightmares while seducing some to visit

the nearest liquidity realm where they also can become a feast.

 

So drink fully and enjoy,

knowing you too might someday become dinner.

Cheers!