Monday, 27 March 2017


The girl you left
Like a shipwreck in the middle of the storm
Drowned a thousand times
For a single breath of air
Swam through riptides and hurricanes
And lived to become
The Queen of the Sea
A woman with the abruptness of upturning waves
The empress of All-that-could-go-wrong-and-did.
The lips that parted once to
Taste the magic YOU made everyday
Do not belong to you anymore.
A hundred years later:
YOU will wake up with a mouth full of drought
The sand will replace your skin
The ocean will blind your eyes
You will clutch your vivace heart
Panting her name.
And you will fall and fall and fall.
You will scribble HELP on the shore
Without any rescue boat or life vest
No airplane will fly above your head
What will become of you then?

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