This is a crostic poem. The first letter of each line or stanza spells out what it’s about. On a cell phone it will show as a stanza and on laptop as a single line. I’ve been playing around with words for decades. This particular approach is one of my favorite ways to create a piece. You may see more of it!

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Deep within the dark abyss with light only from dying carcasses and phosphorescence

Exists the body of a shark once swimming omnipotent and with tough thick skin

Prominently now slipping away into puffs of cloudy gray sinew and flesh

Ripped painlessly away from bone by smaller glowing beings hungry for a piece of her

Even her eyes wide shut cannot deflect the tiniest of bites at her flesh

Settling now into blobs of eroding rotting powerlessness upon the ocean floor

Succumbing now to fate gone awry in the most horrific of ways

Ironically the hunter now the prey feeding the ravenous creatures she once chased

Only to have her fins and innards torn at like silk on nails

Nearing nothingness the shark no longer felt the sea flowing past