Swim

Lunar tide squalls

I dive an ocean with no floor

Shells scrape underfoot

No one reads internal cuts

Dying stars wink shores to sleep

Shackled bodies sinking deep

Waterlogged lungs weep secrets in vain

As souls release prisoners unnamed

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