bent
brittle
riddle face
a soul
without a shell
to call a home:
a costly kind of freedom
stop:
the vapor breath shock:
so far from here
to the
cold grey country
beneath my feet
a spittle flecked truth:
"you come from a fish"
(i come from the sea)
we, ocean's orphans,
dropping scales
glitter trail
of
nucleotides
our vestigial home
still seeping
from
our eyes
















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don't you feel strange facing the ocean? to somehow imagine we were birthed there, maybe?
vestigial home still seeping from our eyes ~ tsk. damn lovely.
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