beach glass (out of) love story
by Kit Mead (originally posted on deviantART)
—
fragments of the shoreline wash up in my eyes,
beach glass and sand and the dying great barrier reef:
you tell me i’m pretty with sand in my face.
“i can’t see the lines anymore,” you say, not moving
to brush the scraping and scratching sand off my eyelids.
ocean brine and the salt water waves
burn the cuts traced over my face by your words
and not your former gentle touch.
“lines go on forever,” i say. “on and on – not like your
shallow wor(l)ds.” and i crunch beach glass when
i leave, and shower off the sand
spitting your words back out like choking pebbles
replacing with my own:
“no more. no more.”
we are the great barrier reef, a dying, drowning,
deluging crescendo wave of washed out coral hopes
– with the exception that
with us there are no external forces to
draw out the lines in the sand and dying coral.
beach glass and sand and the dying great barrier reef:
you tell me i’m pretty with sand in my face.
“i can’t see the lines anymore,” you say, not moving
to brush the scraping and scratching sand off my eyelids.
ocean brine and the salt water waves
burn the cuts traced over my face by your words
and not your former gentle touch.
“lines go on forever,” i say. “on and on – not like your
shallow wor(l)ds.” and i crunch beach glass when
i leave, and shower off the sand
spitting your words back out like choking pebbles
replacing with my own:
“no more. no more.”
we are the great barrier reef, a dying, drowning,
deluging crescendo wave of washed out coral hopes
– with the exception that
with us there are no external forces to
draw out the lines in the sand and dying coral.
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