That Time

I sleep for an hour or
two wake up sweating
cold and unsure, reaching back for
whatever nightmare your cough in
the next room saved me from
its only early I’ll
stare at the insides of my
eyelids for a little

While replaying a scene
where I walk into the
ocean and dive under a wave that’s
here to swallow the beach
I was so carefully
searching for seashells and
jewellery boxes minutes before
my grandmothers voice locked
in my ear drums, my lips smeared with salt
eyes crusted shut it’s
always that same angry ocean sweeping
up the debris of my feelings or

sometimes I’m on the
edge of some cliff
somewhere out in nowhere, a forest
Blank rock faces
and I’m waiting for the fall

Author's Note

Something little and quiet

Reviews

[lifesmith]

gotta say, I'm glad you came back from our writing break. Good stuff

[S.G.P.]

Nice, Very descriptive. Makes me want to put all the pieces together and understand what it all means but it better to just let things be a wonder.