Mom

The seasick ache where you hold your breath serenade in the mix of catastrophe and the bottomless pit of emptiness when you're nails deep in your scalp gripfuls of hair and you want to throw up. A voice silenced by thunderstorm daydreams and hopeless ocean fantasies of what once was. A moment in time behind my mind I stand still and wait desperately for you. mom. The vertigo wave splashes heart smashing a frantic panting kind of fear where all there is are distant white rushes of missing her. the tide dies i feel my eyes close salt water flakes on my skin I reach my hand out for you into the wind. momma. The seasick ache, when the clouds break and you look into the vast of fresh light to feel complete heartbreak crashing on the shores of your old home.. The ocean carries your name in its own tone.