weight on my back
shadows in the dark.
suddenly,
the tide has me
I've swum beyond my depth.
I'm dragged out to sea
drowning
in my memory of pain.
His body upon me
I transcend time and space.
fourteen and tipsy on wine
impressed by a senior letterman jacket,
I don't notice the change in tide
until the water's to deep to swim.
His body upon me
my cries are swallowed by the waves.
my insides burn
I float face down
like driftwood
tossed about by the tide
discarded by the sea.
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