Bliss Upon the Waves

Your skin burns again,

so you slide into the water,

a graceful image, a small freedom

a quiet moment, a brief and fleeting bliss.

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Caressed by the waves, reddened arms

slowly shift to pink again.

Your feet atop the sediment,

the bones and the sand.

A giant, clumsy movements

brushed away with crushing waves.

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Inner tension brewing,

a distant flame, a distraction,

a reminder of what they made you do.

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A thousand eyes watching, the voyeurs

attaching names and labels, the file

tucked away.

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But, for this small moment,

this blip upon the timeline,

your body is supported

and held by something real.

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The pulsating Earth,

pushing back with anger,

allowing you to lay still

and float upon its delicate surface.