Katie Struve
Period D

House Boat Nightmare
It is a house boat
A whole house that floated
Like a boat.
Old, decrepit, wet, dripping, rotting,
The house creaked, shifting,
Settling into the foundation of the sea.
The empty room is dark and creepy,
I am warmed by the sight of my mother,
She appears in mind but not in body.
Soon my father appears.
The room is once again dark.
I run from my father, out to the porch.
The sea surprises me,
Where are we? Where are we going?
These questions pour out of me
The only answer is “jump!”
What?
“Jump!”
Where?
“Into the sea!”
I don’t hesitate to obey
I turn and almost jump.
I then see the sharks,
Circling in the water, spinning, swimming.
One jumps out, chomping its fierce jaw.
I scream, a blood curdling scream.
“Are you trying to kill me!” I shout at my father.
All he says is “it is the only way!”
I am pushed from behind,
I look back to see the comforting face of my mother, hand extended.
“It is the only way!” she shouted as she jumped in behind me.
Sharks, water, darkness, nightmare.


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