I married
the ocean
yesterday
but thought
I can't live
up with my
Vows since I've
already sunken
deep into
the river of your
false reciprocation
and paddling my way
back to the shallows
isn't really
an option now
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
ŞiirI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
