April 23, 2015

the morning after
a dust-storm of emptiness wraps itself around sadness
captured in the silence of haunted souls and unsettled spirits

lost at sea,
thrown into sea,
killed at sea,
Dead. On sea.
See? 1688

there’s nothing where the world used be.
–But silence.

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