David S.

David S.

stare at the surf
feel sharp points
jab foot soles
cold lapping waves
climb calves
soak your soul
*listen*
a sound separate from waves
apart from gull and dove
shells tossed
tinkle as a rainstick
a million expired lives
clink against each other —
cheers, it is finished
*remember*
you stand on inestimable sacrifice
the shards of past life stab at you
feel the prick…

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