Waves

(This poem is inspired by a character in one of my manuscripts. but I probably will not use it since her backstory has changed…)

The night was black, and the the ocean pounded, pounded, pounded agains the rocks.

My father was gone, gone, gone.

And it beat a holeĀ against theĀ rocks, made a cave in my chest.

Sometimes the water floods in, makes it feel full, and sometimes

it’s empty.

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