and the river was a hurricane
beating along the shoreline
in song and fury
ready to meet her maker.
defiant and feverish;
she pressed me down
to the ocean floor
and begged me shamelessly
from the infinite crevices
only darkness fits into.
slipping and gripping
beneath the alkaline tides,
i am crushed by the days
i dream on the sly.
January's a blue moon rising
and Wednesday is no one's child
the notches on my headboard says
it's all been worth the while.
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