My most recent piece on FVR.
In the distance, a baby cries,
the screams drifting through the August air
and I think of the sea;
I vanish to the shore, away
from everyday pain, drowning
the aches in the thunder of the waves;
pearly-white manes galloping
up and onto the sand.
My feet sink deeper
pushing aside beads of orange glass
softened by the tide;
I vanish into myself
eyes closed, turned toward the coastal breeze,
salty air nipping my cheeks and lips –
I run my tongue along them
to taste the ocean,
the blood rushing in my ears
mimicking the summer swells
in the deep blue distance;
and across this bridge in my mind
I can no longer hear the baby’s cries.
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