Let Down

You tossed me like a rock in the ocean
My bones now a shell to be ground into sand
by the hands of the wrathful, writhing sea
dry and clammy
While the waves wiled away
and sung to the soulless asleep
crashed upon carcasses and crevices
or silent or strung out or swallowed
by the deep, dark, dazzling dangers
on the shores within, by the shores aside
not yet crashed upon, yet crashed upon
by every bone now tumulted into sand

Excerpted from Spoken Word Syndrome


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