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Seventy Fathoms





Seventy Fathoms

Standing in the shallows, one seaweed-
wracked sheet against a clavicle,
sternum, jellyfish sliding down my breast.

Waves to my knees, I fold paper
beneath my ribs, shoring the past.
Eels of cold sinuating my spine
Into the green, I wrap my ankles
lose a corner of breath, taste iron
and ink.

 I see shapes through the tissue arcing
over my eyes, the rasp over my lips.
I open – eons rush in.

Unwritten, I wait.
Unanchored, I drift
Detritus on your shore.



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caffienekitty
Jun. 13th, 2012 01:57 am (UTC)
This is beautiful.
ciaranbochna
Jun. 13th, 2012 02:17 am (UTC)
*blushes* Thanks. It was a bit of a struggle, since I haven't written anything in a couple of weeks now. Glad you liked it:)
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