Sowmya Hiremat

I wade into the water 
Full of words, feeling it
Cold against my skin.
So many of them like
Salmons in the river
Rushing to the sea ..
Like a hungry bear I 
Find a promising spot
To catch them for I am
Starved after a long 
Winter. So I stand and
Wait. For I must eat. 
Writing suddenly feels
Like murder & I see a
Monster in the water.