Ocean Her
Quiet eyes turn down
to a delicate finger
scratching edges of chaos
in the sand
ink runs in tears
off
the last of his words
bending her spine
spilling moments undone
winding counterclockwise since
friday
before last week .....
foamy tide trenches
beneath her small feet
fistfulls of impossible rage splatter
retreating waves
the softest breeze carries
inhuman howls of anguish
to the heavens where his tears
mix with hers
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2007
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