I picture you great granite rock sunk in low-tide mire. I am sleek water creeping in steadfast solitude. Glass days, sun spun gold, shimmering still surface, enfold liquid arms around you. We coexist, placid entanglement. The Calm before The Storm thrashing, thundering waves. I am foaming rage. Scream over your head, attempt to pull you under hurricane anger. You are unmoving. How long before that serenity is ground down, erode your skin, cracked and raw. Bleed you of me. If I could drown me, tidal wave wipe clean, you'd not have to fight to withstand stormy seas.
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AuthorH.M Jones is the author of B.R.A.G Medallion Honor and NIEA finalist book Monochrome, its prequel Fade to Blue, the Adela Darken Graphic Novellas, Al Ravien's Night, The Immortals series, and several short stories. Archives
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