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June 20, 2022

Cave

By Catherine Zickgraf

Cave

Your currents hollowed out the granite hills.
Your waves carved the winding caves.

You're outside now, against my walls,
your voice against the sky.
The dead tide settles inside my room --
broken arm of cut off affection.

Where a tunnel ends my boat rests
in the heaviest darkness of stagnant sea.

I rage in here, screaming, soundless to you.
I'm caved where you cannot reach.
The walls stand blank like paralysis,
belts hold down my breath.

You're sprawled on the beach in the salty wind,
and I'm locked in behind the stone of my stare.






Article © Catherine Zickgraf. All rights reserved.
Published on 2022-05-30
Image(s) are public domain.
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