she walks into the sea to cleanse herself from the hurt that flooded her when he called her a whore 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
Mina Witteman – author | editor | teacher of creative writing
Posts tagged “brine”
clouded skies a sluggish brain prose that will not flow force the words out wrest them from your gut squash them into scenes or procrastinate and let the mind roam free on a breezy afternoon sail a boat into the sunset feel the wind brush your skin smell the limu lipoa loaded with dictyopterenes taste the brine that settles on your lips watch the waves roll under hear snippets of adventures from people nearby let kahunas push up high in the channels camp on an island with a zebra and lemur sup from the keys up to maine be rudderless and steer on sails forge new memories find new scenes new words remember think let your writing soar
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Mina Witteman 