Only three of us know.

Know what caused

such savage destruction

in our lives.

A coup de grace

that nearly killed me.

So I sit by the water

and sometimes I go in

and sometimes I don’t.

Even when I don’t

I feel as if the water

is sluicing over my body

loosening granules of pain

embedded in my skin

like sand particles

in an open wound.

The waves slice and dice

and slap my pain

back out to sea.

And she takes those granules

into her breast

and buries them

deep in the heart of the ocean

and I am freed.

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