Drabble #36 – What worlds she did not
break.
Hearken this grove of secrets pulled by the tide, the shore
grasps to keep. I’ve glimpsed the shadow of doubt across
your face so here, take these words I couldn’t form so
they decayed on my tongue and inlayed them gravestones, but we
call them teeth. Here, listen to the ripple of my heart being
pulled out to sea. Here, listen to the ocean; it will translate
my soul better than I. Here, pluck these heartstrings, make a
melody of my love and remember it. I coveted the shore and its
inability to stop loving the tide, reminiscent of cold hands on
my ribs. We swish salt water in our mouths to heal the cuts,
don’t you see? It’s love, dissolved in a glass,
magical, healing.
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*gloomy* · 9 years ago
Title from Agha Shahid Ali's ghazal "As Ever"
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