the sea

The sea you were talking about her walking barefoot, into the sea, at night with orange fires between eyes as far as we know she was last seen behind the customs warehouse, chanting skeptical mantras with her lips trembling with fearful doubts the shadows... More

The sea you were talking about her walking barefoot, into the sea, at night with orange fires between eyes as far as we know she was last seen behind the customs warehouse, chanting skeptical mantras with her lips trembling with fearful doubts the shadows there gobbled her up the sea only gobbles up shadows. as had happened with that man who returned bloated at high tide you see we have never worshiped these small Goddesses who become angry there a bald man walked into the sea the sea of emptiness beyond the window wanting to get back to the mother fast inside, a greedy woman , a son in fog at the end of the street they all disappear where there is a blind turn, a dead-end.  Less