Red Oceans by Casey Law
Fingers
sprawled across my face
hair
waltzing across my eyes
Only
an oblivious vision of deep orang-ish browns
Water
worked itself through my frown
Perhaps
I cried
I
wouldn’t know if I did
Or
if I could
In
that moment
Occupied
with the acceptance of the pressure and force that surrounds me
Maybe
I fought
I
wouldn’t know if I did
But
the black and blue that swarms my floating calves
Could
be a hint
The
oceans turn red, or more crimson
When
I cry
But
I suppose in some way, this isn’t the worst way
To
say goodbye
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