sea

no silence by the sea

the foul smell of life torn and born and devoured by those crashing sounds

white crested are the arms of his blue 

the insects born out of his mouth filled with salt and sand

his fury pounding again and again 

dragging the ground out further and spitting her up as forgotten waste

no silence by the sea

Reviews

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I like this different view you've offered. It's not the romantic vision we often associate with the sea, it's the rough and insensitive, the harsh and unpredictable side