We took the ferry to the remote
island surrounded by rogue waves.
We named the currents and carved
inappropriate glyphs
into the moist walls
of the lost caves.
Slit throat, you
sunk my
grave.
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Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd
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Comments (5)
Ohhh, nicely written.
Nicely done. Must creepy enough.
Love the word art and the cover photo.
Great work
That 'slit throat' line was jarring. Really gave the ending a punch, great work :)