a gradual separation marked
the large part tide.
reparations were meant for you,
for you to feed me
upon rippling waves
of uncertain fate.
in broad day you marked me
down to nothing and walked
across the foundation i had built
with the callous edges of a new found foliage.
ashen, i exploded to dust.
YOU ARE READING
saltwater taffy.
Randoman electronic version of select journal entries of the random sort.
