A tide is rising

Rough words
Crash
Like salt spray on
Sea churned rocks.

The night sky
Frowns heavy;
A tide is rising
And you
Are unaware of what
Lies dark
In the deep.

Dream of
Drowning and pull,
Your new dawn a
Golden quicksand,
Sharp, unsteady
Under
Wandering feet.

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