Ink

-3-

They let me see. My eyes are wider, wiser windows. 

I see the ivory billowing clouds, 

above the azure, thrashing waves, striking discord into my heart,

by the sea, I see the jagged burnt rocks, worn with memories and years gone by,

crawling up, virescent moss, hanging on the edge,

golden, grainy sand, gritty against my teeth,

brine's smell enveloping me,

my feet, sliced by wind's piercing nails,

my teeth are enamel barrier,

but nature's jeremiad sneaks past, through the guards,

she tortures me "Why did you do that?")

my tongue's a bristle,

my legs floppy and flinging vines, following the wind,

my veins have smoke, pumping hard and choking me,

so

I drop...