Margot Smith

Red Oil Spills

Your eyes were glassy and your skin raw
telling the story of a girl you saw.
Her eyes were blue.
They crashed into you.
A tidal wave to make you lose your mind.
With the wreck, you left the sailors behind.
You sank deeper and deeper, but never saw
that you might as well have been treading tar.
You floated with single cells
thrust between ocean swells.
With saltwater your lungs filled.
and with futile breath, you coughed up red oil spills.

Poem Submitted: Monday, June 28, 2010

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  • Bryony SheldonBryony Sheldon (11/6/2018 12:22:00 PM)

    Another beautiful poem. Thank you.

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