Before the Ocean

(tosaíonn ár leagáid anois)


I have nothing to offer you
no afternoon margaritas
no photo ops
no spontaneous trips to Milan.
And since truth took away
the last film of tempered glass
this nothing I have got bloody
not my knuckles
not even my elbows
my shoulders.
I choose to rip this whip
that has threaded the yoke
through scarred ligament
and to kneel
to relinquish the rough-stitched
body lines
of miasma we’ve carried for centuries

Author: tendrilwise

Hi, I have a diploma in Journalism, I've published a novel, and I am currently studying psychology. My odd way of viewing the world either gets me kicked out of parties or invited to them. Jenn McKay

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