Salt and steel
survive in icy blue.
Red fingers
chapped and cracked by cold
parched by endless heat
drip with a promise.
One that bleeds and is forgotten
left to kneel alone
by the rectangular doorway
to its unmarked tomb.
Today the ocean kisses my fingertips
sucks on salt and sweet steel.
Sand crunches between my teeth
hard and unforgiving
like suspicious hands
rip through silk bedsheets.
In search of sweat and sacrament
they ransack sleeping monuments
greeted only by the grime of their own conquest
simply to call me a whore.
I stand naked now at the sea
raw and ravaged by winds cruel hands
today I am truly alone.
Yet I will forsake the last thing I cling to.
My whispers
my power
lay forgotten in the soil.
Maya Weichbrodt currently lives in Portland, Oregon, and is working to complete her degree at Portland State University. She is pursuing her passion for writing with a focus on poetry, prose, and creative non-fiction. Maya’s previous work has been featured in the JAW International Playwrights Festival and various online zines. She has participated in programs with the Juniper Young Writers Institute, as well as The School of The New York Times. mayablue2001@gmail.com
Comments