allegraosati | allegra osati

poem one hundred and twenty two.

take the girl to the sea her shoulders worn and pale pour her into a cup fear not the flames that lick her bones

she perched at dusk peering into the night between them a silent question lingered

perhaps your fears are merely friends who dared to close their eyes

tumbling impertinent mews the scraping of life clawing to survive

drowning in coagulating memory it drifts on the wind like oil on the sea