For the Shore
by Holly Pritchard
ocean salts the air
pricks my lips with tangy sweet
(epiphany-laced)
crazed waves on valium spark
a dance within bastard hearts
kiss me now and leave
this shoreline needs privacy
her naked sands drown
in sorrows and waters deep
‘neath bruising of tickled feet
alone (but with me) she cries underneath
the pier
waiting for comfort
that i cannot offer her
cause i live in fear
of words
stripped to nothingness
her clothes ripped away by rage
old man ocean laughs
as her coarse emotions smash
into tiny parts of foam
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