23 Sep 2009

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Looking from the hill
Smashed.
Shreds of tattered litter sprawled in the water,
Tangled in chain
As the waves
Rushed their green acres
With slow sharks.
A climbing sea swept up
And buried
The dark eyes
Of her.
Blood traced the shape of
The sea,
The glass turned to smoke now
Search the darkness.
Smothered under the water
The sea ran.
The water and rain accentuated
Her isolation.

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