she walks into the sea to cleanse herself

from the hurt that flooded her

when he called her a


with handfuls of brine

she douses his vernacular, vile and full of harm,

erases it from her mind

barters the words for the soft-spoken sweetness

he used to ensnare her heart and soul

she’s not here to clear his conscience

she’s not here to lift his guilt

let him face the love he

crushed with his thoughtless thirst

she scours her body with sand and stone

struggles to escape the hissing voice

that tells her to let

his words rip her to

shreds and drown

in the force of a surf that will

steal her life




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