Writing Prompt 3 – Emily (35)

how great thou art

silhouetted in ocean
you lick salt off your lips
swallow futures
you grow trees tall enough to hide
regret, pulled
atmosphere ballooned like a belly,
stitched to the earth
like a parachute,
we breathe each other’s breaths
until we’re dizzy with fumes

a country with roads halfway finished
gravel stops suddenly
against a barricade of trees, bowed
carving paths only for those with
heels made of the earth,
I am covered in your bark

waiting to crack.

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