The sea hag's boon.

wrote this vague little piece over 6 years ago. Some of my writing comes to me out of nowhere. Enjoy it, if you enjoy interpreting the oddities of one's mind.

----------- Grey hungers fledged with desires

transgression -

with salt-slimed beaks, foam erosion

from the sharp rock shores of the world.

The secret waters run crimson

The Northern Winter gale arrives

--- perfectly straight branches

saddle the red sand's edge ---

like frozen eyelashes

on the face

of the forest.

_fM