Where I belong & things I shouldn’t say:

with you / or in your arms / with stones in my pockets / or kissing the sea. 

Alone / watching the sky / turn primrose pink / sprawled across the floor / giggling delirium / with alcohol in my bones.

Sat at cliff edges / vertigo / wrapping cold hands / around my wrists / to pull

onto the rocks below / teeth for pebbles and shells. 

In love / alive / adorning myself with scales / iridescent in the deep / freedom tattooed / into every scar and bruise.

Written for Prompt Challenge #1 from Free Verse Revolution this week

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