Direction

She chewed her memories loose
away from jagged fingernails;
a mindless scatter spat across the floor
in starlight shattered discovery.

The waves are lacquered in a lack of
lachrymose direction -
and one day I'll see as I set sail
a place I planned to be.


goddess


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