Scotland
/As haunted below, I offer
my soul, for the skies above
once again have left me
to defend on my own.
A cliff above your violent waves
to keep me breathless and blue.
I’ve become a haunted memory—
a part of you.
Come, ocean tides, sweep me under your
breathless waves of delight.
By Erica Varela
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