The seventh step-
my vision is black.
I can hear screaming, and the dull of the oceans call.
It is muffled,
mouth filled with salt.
The blackness is all consuming,
filling my throat with cold and rigid sand.
my vision is black.
I can hear screaming, and the dull of the oceans call.
It is muffled,
mouth filled with salt.
The blackness is all consuming,
filling my throat with cold and rigid sand.
Comments
I'll accept the embrace, it feels so familiarly cold
That I can't help but lean into any ounce
Of acceptance I can get.
The ocean will know those steps like I did
And it knows me better than I ever will.
[ #worldpoetryday ]