The ocean

The ocean is my heartbreak place my going home to momma place to lick my wounds and fall safe into the fierce mother The ocean is my safe haven, a more vast than my actions place, of a magnitude equal to hold my sorrow and longing space for too much to hold or understand The

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Amber beads in a turned wood bowl Ancient resin and smoothed heartwood red-gold hair in sunlight, catching light to hold it, reflected I didn’t see they were folded before until like a barren umbrella my bones expand, opening I travel from nose-tip through aching skull down raw vertebrae throat tight with unknown emotion down to

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