The Sea, he is angry for the earth loves him less
She’s chosen another, birthed a new son
Passed over, forgotten
His jealousy is ice
He throws waves like arrows, all his might to destroy her
She’s already broken as he cuts her and stabs her
She bleeds in her dust, her edges protruding
The Sea in his fury throws himself at the cliffs
reaching for the infant
her baby, her fire
Straining the bounds of his watery domain
But he cannot
he cannot
kill the fire he hates
so he must find another
and his eyes fall on me
Your drabbles always leave me hanging. That's a good thing.
ReplyDeleteI love the intensity in these.. It's very good..
ReplyDeleteAnd I agree with Nicole.
It's a very good thing
Wow. I love how vivid and visceral this feels. And the progression is great.
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