a thousand funerals

all that die, live
a thousand funerals

hollow

distractions and delusions
paint a perfect trap
of dreams and day-dreams.

afloat

the weights are heavy
but I’m floating.
for what seems like an eternity, now.

Flashbacks

Oh but don’t you always remember what you try so hard to forget.

the smell of sea water

the taste of sea water dripped neck, and the hint of sand all over the legs. “You smell of sea water,” her lover whispers, placing a peck on her back.