Gasping

you are with the remnants of a great wave,

sea foam

and there’s the sea spread out behind you

 

the sea that is your life

with all it’s colors

a mile or two

below the the surface

 

when the waters rock the boat

that has the strength of a raft

you and this white foam

are thrown onto sand

 

splintered, salty,

sad

wet

gasping

 

your life is the ocean

a place you cannot breathe.

 

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Wake

She wakes up

and the shadows are just leave on branches

not the gnarled fingers of the ghosts

or the tails that are whips

that have spikes

 

She wakes up

when she finally falls

from falling and falling

and

falling

and thud

 

She wakes up

all the way

wide open

alert, ready to strike

squints

then collapses

 

She wakes up

somewhere else.