Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

the remaining pearls

i hold
the black hole history
the wasted gas
air fare
the futility of it all
against her
but i do not
i stand solidly incapable
not one part of me misunderstands
or resents her
we accepted the same candy
handed out of a van
we escaped the same mind maddening cage
grew the same gills
we lost pieces of ourselves fighting
the same bloody war
left with the same bite marks
and rage
so when i hear her heart still beating
i smile and think of us
diving through sargasso
for the remaining pearls

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