Give me the sea
all I need “on the rocks”
is the the salty tide
what’s meant to flow
throughout each vein
what each inch of me craves
after plummeting the slopes
or dancing in the cool Fall breeze
what flows down my cheeks
when my soul speaks.
whether with
a sulky frown
or a vibrating grin.
for all that I miss is the ability to forget
for everything to wash away with that last swig
but was good is that
when I am somewhere
where can throw it all
into the tide.
somewhere
where the salt clings to my cheeks
and the only aching
that’ll be felt tomorrow
is that of my demons
all cooped up in their cages.
I never want to leave.
–a weekend dry, give me the sea.
Emma Butterfield
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•Portland based ecstatic dancer and yogi with a quirky sense of humor who loves the outdoors most of the time • Creative Nonfiction and Poetry• Healing backwards and forwards in time• ~My writing is something I pour my heart and energy into. Please keep this in mind and do not share without asking permission.~
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