Widow

Widow: The oceans black waves cascade like rolls of dark silk onto the land and the salt mixes with the air fiercely, she can feel the texture brush across her rosy cheeks as her distressing eyes gaze outward. “The sea, the sea is a horrible thing. It’s a cold, unforgiving mistress indeed. Women give their men to tread her harsh alluring waters and she sends back headstones with john doe markers. The sea covets mariners and never lets them go. She holds them hostage in her quaking current then cradles their voyage in her massive arms and with one monstrous hug she sends them to the oceans sandy floor below. The sea, the sea is bitter and made of morbid intentions. Just like my grandfather, father, and younger brother my husband has been stolen by the sea. But alias, I will not cry because the tears my body weeps remind me of her heartless salty water. Destined or cursed I have been marked a widow, A window by the sea.