Midnight Tsunami Roof shingles slap house trembles   hands to chest I beat against the wall of you, a storm re-shaping my shelter splintered thousands of lies ago.   I see your face on the window fingers on the doorknob knocking me upside the head.   Untamed sea, my gray matter swells salt sloshes into wounds. Memories hurt themselves.   Hurricane fears crash onto the coastline of my thin skin. Blue heart already undertow I cannot sleep for the spin of your gales woes me.   Fatigued leagues below sea level my eyes film, mouth opens, scales shed. Still still still, I breathe.   Won’t let you become my morning light. -Karen Pierce Gonzalez

Another provocative #PoemsAbout prompt. Thank you for #Saltwater. #Scars? #Risks? Absolutely! @alanparry83.bsky.social ‪@brokenspinearts.bsky.social‬ #StayCreative #BreathePoetry #KeepWriting #KeepSharing #KeepLifting #PoetsofBlueSky