The snow layered thin upon the rooftops,
lining the neighborhood with rows and rows of bleached skulls.
People crawled forth from toothless mouths,
baring their tongues to a leaking ceiling,
their heads covered like hidden fists.
Clenched in each was the fading ink of bottles
trapped in the carcasses of beached whales
who finally met that distant shore
and did not turn away.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
The snow layered thin upon the rooftops,
lining the neighborhood with rows and rows of bleached skulls.
People crawled forth from toothless mouths,
baring their tongues to a leaking ceiling,
their heads covered like hidden fists.
Clenched in each was the fading ink of bottles
trapped in the carcasses of beached whales
who finally met that distant shore
and did not turn away.
One day I’ll get over this need to relate everything to the sea... but not today.