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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