I thought I got rid of him

I thought I cleared the air

Of his toxic chemical breath

And his scary witch hair

My scars from where he ate me

Had been healing recently

Until today he swam up out of nowhere

To bite off another piece of me

The cuddle fish say “he’s crazy!”

Even the eels say “it’s not your fault!”

But his attacks drew so much blood

That I’m perfect prey for more assault

Plus the shark is more than violent:

He’s a clever bastard too

So if he wants to sting me perfectly

He knows exactly what to do

I can’t tell him to go fuck himself

Or kick him squarely in the face

Because his bites call out my “violence”

As why he hurts me in the first place

So I’m afraid he’s totally trapped me

I can’t swim to shore or knock him out

Because a tiny part of me still believes I’m violent

Like the shark is mad about