Her silent thought
An ocean buoy
She's swept
In cold blue
Freezing between
Jaw and stone
Hanged by lefting fingers
Her mermaid
Surfaces spout
As she takes in
Night-dark air
Dawn is naught
She slips again
Again
Every twisted flash
To blind mariners
Every deep blink
Thinker's dissatisfaction
She's still here
In the whites of his eyes
Looking through
A ghost of herself
She wants to float
On the sea
Salted buoyancy
Drift in what's left
Of love and romance
Slipping
To silted shoal
The most beautiful blue
She ever saw
She feels mud
Between her toes
Under her nails
In her lungs
5 comments:
ugh...mud in the lungs...that sounds a bit nasty...and one who pines the sea has gone aground...sad
Such a haunting feel to this. You created a tone of loss and melancholy. Great description.
Lots of great sad images here. Very well done.
Still coughing up the lung mud...but a hauntingly beautiful piece here :))
Love this:
She's still here
In the whites of his eyes
Looking through
A ghost of herself
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