a descent into poetry insanity |
| how many bones does it take to peak out of the sea, to crunch underfoot in a symphony of coral sand and creeping waves? living coral is sharp, slicing to the bone to color the water with crimson sweetness. but it is dead, now, and coral graveyards arch their bone piles over waves, so that where feet stand, the sea touches toes. line count: 15 Author's Note ▶︎ |