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Meagan Moore Jan 2014
Floating
engulfed in penny light

the coppery-brine amalgamation penetrates my mouth
swallowing
viscous globe of blood-riddled ***

the shards of shell
spines split by the tide
echo my sentiments

current eschews shallow alluvial grave
cognizant cicumvolution
ambient gyre
diffuses carapace shrapnel into my calves

gulls enigmatically screech-stripped
slap briny padded patterns into the shoreline
pausing only upon my primal glottal stop

toes curl about inundated sand
clouting divets shift
dilatory run – slammed inert by invariable wave

cochineal effluvium plumes lilt
crepuscular rays refract further distortions

Neath the water I blindly ***** my body
Ridged projections jut from smoothed flesh
Puckering at my own touch

I sink beneath atmosphere
liquescent folds embrace promptly
I drop beneath chaos

Bare palm dig into viscid terrain
rung after rung demanding presence into the depths
I claw forth onto a sand bar

emerging
shard flanked form
eyes blazing
cuticles numb

pulse flit
patina of blood and grit

Fulgent tread propels
Upon shore
I walk back to my residence
A warrior - mortal
plated in copper and brine
Emily Mary May 2013
Resistant breathing, and salt and pepper vision.

Ascetic feelings, and sweltering skin.

It's the feeling like everyones watching
It's the feeling like you are alone.

Scars fading, I need more. I need more.


Shrieking and screeching and squealing and squawking.

Cuffing and clobbering and clouting and clipping.

Suffocating like a bag over my face, like I was being immersed into the cavernous ponds.

Ponds that sit lazily, and frogs that croak loudly.

— The End —