the moon pulls the tide
of my body
my life flows in vivid flashes
that linger for seconds, for years
as the sleep pulls me under
I drown in the acute terror
of unreality
but the water holds me close
whispers my own secrets
repeats the scene a hundred times
a thousand
teaching a lesson
just out of my grasp
and when my eyes and open again I forget
but the tide of my body
remembers
About the Creator
Hope Gordon
I write about the strange and beautiful. Enjoy some of my poetry, shorter stories, and novel excerpts. I am an aspiring novelist seeking an agent to help sell my work.
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