ocean tides bellowed in the shaking waves
tossed like rags and cloaks of mournful tomorrows
raised in anger, a hand that guides the shores
and ripping dunes of ocean blues lack a presence of today
stay away
no sunrise can fog the clapping skies
no sunset can part the waves into castles of love
stones made from heart but foundations made from charcoal
crumble
run
water
drips
like pipes in a factored cave
measured and pulled till the roofs fall through
ice dragged through open wounds and a mother cripples her chidlren
with a vicious embrace
strong like the ocean
weak like the salts we swim in.
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Submission Name: 6
