Rain fell from a black sky

But the sand beneath her

Drank it from existence

And she stood waiting

As the rain fell on her

Face, neck, arms, breasts


As if she was made of wax

Her body was exposed


And spotted with age

Her hair was long

The color of tarnished nickel

And darkened

As it caught heaven’s drops

The sea churned before her

And the melancholy of night

Dove from the beach

Into the inky black waters

And having waited long enough

She knew what his absence meant

His life was finally fully lived

And the day she rescued him

Would no longer be celebrated

So she walked back into the waves

And waited for home to swallow her

Once and for all

And forevermore



Part of NaBloPoMo and CheerPeppers.com


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