Scattered Light
art and writing from the Snell sisters
Monday, April 18, 2011
Undertow
On the way down
the woman
sees everything
blue swells
and whitecaps
are not: fists of
diamonds, nor
rocking hips,
not rippling
limbs tossing up
fish, nor are they
sorry
for the depths
to which
they have plunged her
drowning ship.
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