Dreaming of Escape

Dreaming of Escape

The sea is gentle.

Waves splash the shore,

washing over

crystals of sand that sparkle

like diamonds

aglow in the afternoon sun.

The tug on my hair

lands me back on my sheets.

The sky is dark

my hands tied.

The smell of the ocean

recedes into the cotton

of sticky sheets

in a stifling room

marie malo

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