• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 12
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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.