Flinch

To hold the hand flat on a searing surface Would be unthinkable Unbearable Psychical pain Physical pain Are equal They both light up the same area of the brain To hold a thought, a memory, of great pain unflinchingly Is as meaningful as taking a knife to our own jugular Yet we do it Constantly […]

Last Day

Rain closes the curtain on the horizon Soft dove grey meets gunmetal glimmer Tepid taps on already wet shoulders Saturated hair Fresh water mingles with salt Another wave breaks, and I sink into shifting sand far beneath the surface Lost temporarily in the noisy crashing silence Rising I breathe moisture Floating, tumbling foam drifts through […]