Attack.

Be silent - inflamed feasts, alleviate your writhing-
I know you feel agony and leak your slimy tears.
And don’t I?
Follow in the same grimy steps as your bloody radula-
And spray the same ink – And crush the same
Crustaceans. 

Your cuttlebones are fractured, alike my reason.
Your fleshy three fates, pulsating with your threads,
Oozing balloons.
But calm your spectrums, for I am certain – you’re
Just as lethal as your blue-ringed friend, as capable
Of a murder.

Sepia stains – they paint your lands, you’re making such
A foul mess; the visceral sludge - your petal-sewage
When you vibrate.
So beat a little – slower for me. Don’t exert your two
Year limit - that’s etched into your chewy temple,
the Ancestral cannibalism.