Poetry

ocean shores.

Editor's Note: 

The lack of capitalization is intentional. Enjoy!

the crest of her lips

is the tide by which

you fall. gulls sing

your praise as you

reach, fingers grasping,

for a love never there.

 

you dash yourself on her

rocks. worn cold, bloody as

you are, you are helpless to

the curve of her claws as they

dig heartbreak into the already

empty chasm of your chest.

 

the sand is cold and strewn with

the bodies of others you thought you

could outlast. you ache, nevertheless,

for the gentle red of her legs stretched

around you, the quiet hum of her heart.

you taste sand, and it tastes like her.

 

she is eternal, like the ocean,

and every bit as beautiful,

and vindictive.

 

 

Like
Like Love Haha Wow Sad Angry