Slick...

You crept slowly
into my life.
Like oil on the Ocean.

Beautifully irredescent
sunlight in a prismatic
rainbow effect.

A thin viscous film,
over every true and good thing.

On the still and quiet water,
slick on the rocks and
calming the ripples.

An oddly silent tide
of dead fish, and an otter
cast up past the water
onto the black, grainy sand.

A silent cry...
caught in a seagulls' throat,
and coating my feathers
so I can't fly.