I am the wave that will crash against your shore and inundate you.
Salt in all your wounds.
Your orchards all in ruin.
The places you live
Uninhabitable.
Your plans
Your children
Like dead fish.
Your heart a moon eclipsed in a standing sky.
Your roads all washed away
With no direction home
All lost.
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Author:
Jabberwocky (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2017 03:29
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Comments1
That wave will need to be very big to get to me in the Midlands!
Good write.
Don't tempt fate !
Lol,
The wave is more an event than me myself. A life event. Something that happens rather than me acting. It works both ways.
Thanks for your comment 🙂
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