Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Sea Salt In An Open Wound
Ocean eyes
To flit me
To sleep
So I can
Dream in
Vague hues
Of charcoal
Currents.
Her red hair,
A fire
Storm of
Calm to
Manipulate
My rage
Into the
Softest love.
Lips I
Wish I
Had, to
Whisper
Away the
Zig zag
Of fear
Resting
Upon my brow.
I imagine
A world of
Darkness,
Wet with
The salty rape
Of a furious
Sea.
I can sleep
Safely,
Knowing that
The sand
Will bury me
Quickly,
A castle
Under the waves.
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To flit me
To sleep
So I can
Dream in
Vague hues
Of charcoal
Currents.
Her red hair,
A fire
Storm of
Calm to
Manipulate
My rage
Into the
Softest love.
Lips I
Wish I
Had, to
Whisper
Away the
Zig zag
Of fear
Resting
Upon my brow.
I imagine
A world of
Darkness,
Wet with
The salty rape
Of a furious
Sea.
I can sleep
Safely,
Knowing that
The sand
Will bury me
Quickly,
A castle
Under the waves.
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Sea Salt In An Open Wound
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