- Vol. 04
- Chapter 12
Image by Leio McLaren
Hear my heart turning tides, reckless and sunbaked.
My blood is an ocean of green and white waves, translucent, thin,
while threads of our life cling to the grainy sand only to be ripped away,
sucked out to somewhere else. And I am left with your lies and salty tears,
awash in memories and pain until even the sea has a change of heart
and turns its back on me. The sand makes its claim; we merge particle to particle.