Fallen Shores

Growing up, eager children
seeking approval from all the wrong people-
their dying screams rise
in a familiar crescendo-
the noise unrestrainable,
it leaps forward,
like the waves of a storm.
-
She’d tumbled onto that shore
from the warmth of her
brothers embrace,
and fallen all alone.
The waves just reached her
where she lay,
but she’d never admit
to being afraid.
Even if it takes
it takes
it takes.
-
And she’d been so afraid.
In the time it took for her
to realize that she was alone
she’d walked up and down
that longlong shore,
knew its inlets and outlets,
when the water would rise or fall
(knew it all knew it all)
of course she did.
-
"And when the stars
threw down their spears-”
she can no longer remember
if her brother ever smiled.
-
She turns over and wraps her arms around herself,
almost feels comfortable,
except for the smell of incense.
She thinks she might be allergic to it.
She isn’t,
but she likes to think that she is.
-
Just the same as
how she remembers the feel
of her brother's arms around her-
remembers the safety, the feeling of protection...
but wishes that she couldn’t.

Author's Note

For my brother...

Reviews

[Troll]

this is gay.
Why is everyone writing about depression?