Mireille Astore

Decay

 

I walk the sunrise

my body takes a form.

 

Wobbling crows on cliffs

plunge for the bulging eyes

the sea has expunged.

 

The winds are restless.

 

I sculpt thin shadows in the sand,

for waking is the sister of pain.

I watch white tongued waves devour them

for a while.

 

Only froth is left behind.

 

I walk the sunrise

my mind takes a form

 

Limbs of hardened jelly fish

hang from driftwood,

my neck

and patiently waits for its reward.

 

The sky is dry

 

I listen to the growl of sanity

for bliss is the sister of ignorance.

I steal the smell of sleep

for a living.

©Mireille Eid