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February 22, 2007
i could hear them screaming from the shore!
i knew that they were waiting for me to wash up in the shallows, polished smooth like a gem from the rough washes of sea, that i have been steeping in for so long.
i knew that they were ravenous with delight, and pained with their heavy weight of curiosity and distrust.
i could see them there, barefooted and stripped to their strange half-clothes. so windcombed and breathless. when they had sucked the life from my bones, they would leave me.
washed up and covered in sand,
they would leave me there to die.