05-05-2018, 08:50 AM
Drownings
I
I know there's more interesting ways to die,
but I'm slowly killing myself.
Each drunk night a pebble concealed in my pocket,
every hungover day a step towards the water.
II
The ocean touches her skin slowly
as hands that grope in the dark,
its roar a moan some choose not to hear.
The flavor of salt a putrid kiss
that can never be washed away.
Eventually, water slaps her face
like an angry father,
who told her to get out.
I
I know there's more interesting ways to die,
but I'm slowly killing myself.
Each drunk night a pebble concealed in my pocket,
every hungover day a step towards the water.
II
The ocean touches her skin slowly
as hands that grope in the dark,
its roar a moan some choose not to hear.
The flavor of salt a putrid kiss
that can never be washed away.
Eventually, water slaps her face
like an angry father,
who told her to get out.
Time is the best editor.