CONFESSIONS BY THE BEACH
The beach is the place to be
if you're here to confess
like I am
The waves will pick them up
your histrionics
your bodily fluids
and all will return to the abyss
that is nature
once more
I deeply distrust emotions
despite being aware of my suspicion
or perhaps because of this awareness
my mistrust is cemented
in rock
in embarassing memories
that I now dump into the ocean and declare
toxic waste
cos
even if I confess like I need therapy
or like the world owes me
I never do intend to keep on confessing forever
not like
the waves on this shore
that keep coming back for more
how long can this site stay raw
without being licked sore?