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.

 

 

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Published by Maci Rune

Maci Rune

Maci Rune lives in Decatur, Alabama with her two beautiful cats, and her video game-obsessed husband. She is an avid fan of fantasy, and especially mythology, urban, and contemporary fantasy. When not writing, reading, or goofing off on social media sites, Maci enjoys playing massively multiplayer online roleplaying games, and knitting.

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