TRAPPED

The slivery ghost lives another mundane day it

swims along worrying whats around the next

over and over again

or how many seconds it could be alive, it's like being,

TRAPPED.

As the skated lighting bolt watches the coniving

way's of the infamous executioner's

it swim's past trying not to be hypnotised

into there death trap, and being careful not to be seen.

The silvery figure of food with gossamer fin's

for the murderous fishermen dart's

past, panic occurs for the fishermen

wanting the gullable fish for their feast.

He hooked it out holding it in his hands slipping up and down like a wet bar of soap into the river.