Venom

Suspicious suspicions,

wading around.

A deep pool of poison trekking ten feet deep.

You and I tread careful,

trying not to flinch,

and dunk heads underneath,

where the men and women,

aforementioned in life,

float seamlessly, an inch from the floor.

It appears you grow tired,

but perhaps you think that of me, just the same—

Watching each other while we wait,

spying false weaknesses after each—

Hoping one will slip up,

one will take our treading feet and yank us right down below,

where we can watch the other rise—

Just as we fall.

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#AugustPrompt11