salted post mortem

My passionate nature is dead

It haemorrhaged abruptly

Splat upon craggy grey rocks

Thrown like a beached jelly fish

By a young child at play

Its viscous fluids seeping

Into the course beige sand

Beside the ocean’s brine

On a brilliant summer’s day

To be forgotten immediately

As new adventure waits

Behind the next grassy dune

Or beside the next tidal pool

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5 Responses to salted post mortem

  1. acetheist says:

    I’m sorry, why is this in the “asexual” tag? A passionate nature isn’t necessarily incompatible with asexuality. I’m confused. Maybe you can tell me more about what you’re going through?

  2. sarecover says:

    To be reborn again…

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