God save me from left and right.
A hundred decisions and revisions--
I never want to cry,
I want to swell up on the treacherous surf that betrays me.
May each drop of saline-sympathy
Melt back into eyeball-oblivion,
Creep slickly down my throat,
And escape hereafter through my ten toes.
But too many of them I have banished this way.
Once they merely wet the soles of my feet,
Callous from a million paths undiscovered.
Now,
They whisper terrible things in my ears,
Terrible things:
They whisper
Until my lungs grow so full of their sound they
pop
and leave me
an empty woman
chin-deep
in the satisfied grey ocean I once refused to admire.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
God save me from left and right.
A hundred decisions and revisions--
I never want to cry,
I want to swell up on the treacherous surf that betrays me.
May each drop of saline-sympathy
Melt back into eyeball-oblivion,
Creep slickly down my throat,
And escape hereafter through my ten toes.
But too many of them I have banished this way.
Once they merely wet the soles of my feet,
Callous from a million paths undiscovered.
Now,
They whisper terrible things in my ears,
Terrible things:
They whisper
Until my lungs grow so full of their sound they
pop
and leave me
an empty woman
chin-deep
in the satisfied grey ocean I once refused to admire.