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Waves taller than I was cool atlantic ocean grainy sand between my fingers burying my toes. Hot sunburns and salty hair the beach bars where we used to eat off the kids meal going back to your condo sitting on your couch. Thrown over his shoulders covered in sand, the warm weight used to be fun but now it just scares me you scare me. My shoulders were kissed sunscreen on my back the lukewarm pools and marco polo races holding my breath until i thought my lungs would explode. The water would rush back with the pull of the ocean our sundresses damp around our ankles, bruises over our mouths where you held them shut The porch light was on to the condo my towel draped over your balcony, bathing suit bottoms in your bedroom. Forgotten toys and to pairs of arm floaties because i was never good at swimming, you left your watch on the shoreline. Crying because of the pain and the hatred and love Never knowing if I would be cuddled or touched but knowing i would be cuddled after being touched those sunburnt spots caressed by you. White caps peak as the sun rises, we’re cold with fevers and abuse, shaking as our feet are wet again with salty water and your watch pulled out to the sea, lost forever.
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Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
Vero Beach, FL
Waves taller than I was cool atlantic ocean grainy sand between my fingers burying my toes. Hot sunburns and salty hair the beach bars where we used to eat off the kids meal going back to your condo sitting on your couch. Thrown over his shoulders covered in sand, the warm weight used to be fun but now it just scares me you scare me. My shoulders were kissed sunscreen on my back the lukewarm pools and marco polo races holding my breath until i thought my lungs would explode. The water would rush back with the pull of the ocean our sundresses damp around our ankles, bruises over our mouths where you held them shut The porch light was on to the condo my towel draped over your balcony, bathing suit bottoms in your bedroom. Forgotten toys and to pairs of arm floaties because i was never good at swimming, you left your watch on the shoreline. Crying because of the pain and the hatred and love Never knowing if I would be cuddled or touched but knowing i would be cuddled after being touched those sunburnt spots caressed by you. White caps peak as the sun rises, we’re cold with fevers and abuse, shaking as our feet are wet again with salty water and your watch pulled out to the sea, lost forever.
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18/F/The Ether
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
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