Monday, January 4, 2016

Winter Squall



My future bare, heart exposed, raised to the heavens
simultaneously diving into unknown seas -
I am the rigging at the bow of a ship,
tossed headlong into a winter squall,
dark skies churning with vehement frenzy
water above and below, no horizon, futures bygone
only the rise and fall of my breath
keeping me alive through salted spray,
choking down the reflection clouding my eyes
filling my mouth to keep out the lies.

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