slow
ever-after stars
white hulls ease
through moonlit seas
a wake of waves
the sucking sound of dragged sand
sleepless gulls
a scream…
then silence
again the scream of gulls
unwinds my wounds
and the words
‘tis better to have loved and lost
he said, she said
sadly
tear by tear
fluid ounce by fluid ounce
the sea drinks me through a straw
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