inkybites

17. Leo. writer. wandering

[inkybites]

The sea is just a woman's silky blue dress;

and the waves are its silvery

threads that have lost their

adhesion to the endless cloth.

The waltzing turbulence of the

whales and fish are the pulse rate

that drives her purging veins.

Her body ends where

the tides touch the land.

She rests her head on the sinking west.

The sun's golden busses her chest.

The sea is just a woman's dress.

And the tempest is her breath.

Her catastrophy keeps her from drowning.

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[inkybites]

I try to hold water

But she flows through

my fingers leaving

my hands wrinkled.

And I wonder to myself,

This is a woman's vulnerability

that escapes her body,

when she finds the courage

to wear her crown.

- inkybites

[inkybites]

Death is an escape from old age.

Like a teen's slumber after a long day.

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