Amputee

Story by Caitlin Van Horn
September 19, 2015

I walk along the bitter sea. High waters brush against my knee, salt burning from uncertainty - a severed limb left amputee.

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Story by Caitlin Van Horn
September 19, 2015

I walk along the bitter sea. High waters brush against my knee, salt burning from uncertainty - a severed limb left amputee.

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I walk along the bitter sea - high waters brush against my knee - salt burning from uncertainty - a severed limb left amputee - plundered of my one soul mate - unfettered love, relinquished hate - the tide I bow in full prostrate - the gulls nearby they aspirate.

Set fire to my embered bones - billow the smoke to call you home - signal you with geysers blown - bleed my veins as I atone - from the brine you wash ashore - marrow, bone and nothing more - I take your arm as I implore - to kiss me as you had before - I hold you to my heaving breast - feathered down, a ravens nest - held captive by my beating chest - the heart in which you have possessed - the sea she takes us in her fold - adorns us with her silt and gold - awakens with her stories told - fills our cup until we’re cold - as we look upon the sky - a lifetime it has passed us by - you lay your head upon my thigh - with burning tears we close our eyes.