The smell of fish, nuclear, metal,

And other junk that used to be once used.

Now, the junk has been pushed by the monstrous waves.

People did notice the grin on the giant waves.

They were having fun and talking so much.

They even got a small pin saying, "Beware of the Monsters."

They kept on swimming and playing with the water.

One fish jumped and landed on the girl's head.

She seemed not to notice until the boy found it gross.

She shook it off as the waves grew behind her and the boy ran away.

The girl thought he was scared of her removing the fish.

She turned around and swiped by the waves in an instant.

Then, the rest of the people found the boy running away to safety thinking nothing.

They turned to the waves and looked down at their pins.

Then, looked back at the waves and escaped.

They followed the boy to the hill.

The boy stopped and turned to look at the entire city population.

One adult said, "You are right, boy!"

He said, "I lost my niece to the tsunami."

Despite their efforts, the waves came bigger.

No one can stand against the large volume of water.

They hoped to hold onto the solid walls.

But they too, drowned and died in the waves.

In the way that you mourn for the past- dying embers floating lonesome, seeds

burning into the shrouded night, like you, like me. it carries not comfort of warmth-of worth- but the burning, singed skin flushed with spiking chemicals and fraying lace, so seductive in its familiarity, raging temptress of poor resolve.

You, me, arrested

dance atop the angered coals

Moonlight, she deceives