Mixer, Delta Iota Kappa house (“Aqua Velva”)

    My friend invited me            to go swimming,  but there was something odd  about the pool.    The air stankof chlorine and iron;the tile floor was streaked with bloody footprints;  the water swirled brown and chunky  with the stale gore of many weeks’    worth of casualties.Slick sheets of skin, purplish lumps of aorta            floated like regurgitated jellyfish,          but the water was so murky  that the sharks  were camouflaged.  Well, everyone knows          it’s awkward            to leave too soon,  so I slid into the water,the oily film glazing my skin,    slippery bits of viscera  bobbing away under my feet.    As I kicked out from the wall,    a double row of incisors    nibbled experimentally at my left leg.  I turned      to ask my friend, “How can we        avoid the sharks     if we can’t see them?”            but she had gone.        She never got in the water.