She draws up the tide
within me
Laden with debris and stone
Barreling green and white,
It heaves against
the inside of my chest.
In time the breakwater weakens
And the storm flows outward from me.
She draws up the tide
within me
Laden with debris and stone
Barreling green and white,
It heaves against
the inside of my chest.
In time the breakwater weakens
And the storm flows outward from me.
