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Pacific Red Octopuss

Crushed crimson velvet

the octopus mother dances

bereaved

her tentacles graceful

embracing

the pain-soaked currents

gently caressing the nothing

reaching for the empty

fingertips lost

searching

rust colored waters

for what they cannot name

A rush

and she’s pulsing

birthing her aches

pushing small snails, worms and fragments of shells

digging

a sharp, gnashing gut slice

An emptying relief

Haunting

guttural utterances

poured

from metallic scented throats

seeped from acrid flavored skins

a moulting within

biting bitter

beneath

Lightning flash bright

a quickening

X-rays of spineless divine

floating hands gather and then discard

These mother octopi

once held it

close in cloister

sacred circles breathing life

Pinot streaked trails,

down goose-pimpled thighs

foul flesh

bile drenched, rotting

Baby octo is skewered (doused sour of lime)

mother is drained

grey lumpy, white

hollowed

her vigil extinguished

Released

to dancing

drifting

freedom

from life

then

Stillness

They circle once more

and follow

one

by

one

down

the

drain

Vanessa Nix Anthony

March 21, 2011

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Written by Rainee Squatch

August 21, 2011 at 8:31 am

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