Salt Watered Eyes

(A Shell’s Peril)

Shanelle Clogston

Turned over

by a

knave wave

and washed

on shore

above the

rugged sand

from the ocean floor,

if you stick your ear against its insides,

it talks back,

full of writhing emotion,

silent confidence and loud insecurities,

be still and soundless to hear

the oceans riotous motion, longing to say,

take me away, by a lady in wading

with dreadful dreams of delightful drowning

and cuts from crunchy sea salt

on the roof of the mouth,

screaming dreamy

hopeful sounds

fading.

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