A Tear In The Ocean
before the rushing waters
flooded our coastal town set
atop harbor cliffs, the cerulean waves
receded like my blanket
on glum monday morningsbefore the summer sun
bereaved the saturated skies
the winds spirited a silent muse
of spiriting winds carrying crystalline sand
lingering scent of sea at the bridge
between my nose and dry-laundry-lips
salt air strokes over rosewater cheeks
calm like dawn breaking into dayclouds of grey swirled overhead
lightning bolted through the skies
in shattering glistens of optic fibre
then the water rushed in
foaming waves unfurling from the ocean
pulsating as they crashed into us
like the pulse beating harder in my veins
screams serenaded in echoes and
the slow insertion of dread
kept my feet kicking water, cold
my face warm from adrenaline and tearsthe sea swallowed me whole
and buried me with debris; all i felt
was the suffocating need to breathe
i thought i had befriended death
when all i wanted was out
from a town that held my whole lifebut nothing scared me more
than the thought of no air, of being
engulfed in fluid darkness
with untraced miles of water
under me. how could i feel
anything but thick pressure
when i was drowning in compressed fearimage: Hokusai, The Great Wave Off Kanagawa, 1820–1831.
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