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robert Jul 2018
We swam under dusk
                  Faces lit by moonlight
Scavenging for scars
                  So bountiful they are.
I lost you in the coral
Guarded by ***** – threatening with
                  Their huge claws.
Eels flashing rows of white teeth,
                  Cutting tendons.
And I could not put up a fight
Swallowing the blood in my throat,
                  I ran.
My bare feet cut by shells and scales
                 My watery grave
This mockery of us.
Kariel K Buche Dec 2014
as the waves crash in
caressing my sin
with the clever words
to make me sleep
live with this secret
the shores make me keep
the rivers wash me clean
only to keep me here
rinsing my lies
from me
just to keep me here
the waters speak
with cold intentions
so I stay careful
not to slip a word
water slips beneath
to carry me away
into a sea of lies

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