no longer will i spend late nights
with my knees in wet sand, chest open
to lacerating winds, begging
the sea to cough out each
part of us you forced
it to eat.
YOU ARE READING
Endless. Blue
Poetry"the day you first told me you loved me, it was hot, the sun picked at our skins like god was trying to kill us with a magnifying glass. . ."
Abluvion
no longer will i spend late nights
with my knees in wet sand, chest open
to lacerating winds, begging
the sea to cough out each
part of us you forced
it to eat.
