A man walks to the edge of the river
He feels a chill and starts to shiver
Something must have walked over his grave
He thinks about giving up being brave
He breathes deep and fills his lungs
Strange words start forming on his tongue
He whispers some and screams the others
Throwing curses at the wind and the river
He steps in the frigid calm waters
His feet rustle the mud at the bottom
A movement far away catches his attention
And he walks deeper into the river
He knows that they are coming for him
He knows how fast they can swim
He knows how sharp their teeth are
He knows they are not too far
OH MY FUCKING GOD!! I'M SO STUPID!! THIS RIVER IS FULL OF FUCKING PIRANHAS!!!
everything you write is slightly twisted. always it seems. :)
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