cave point
when looking down the side of a cliff
contemplating the events that led me here —
what if i had turned away from the edge
ignored the siren song
what if my friends had warned me
the rocks here have been worn away
after years of coaxing from that persuasive
lake into jagged, steep drop-offs.
i suppose we were like that:
you swallowed me whole,
crashing into me relentlessly
does anyone recognize her now?
they call her cliff sides dangerous
watch your step, proceed with caution
until someone comes along with his
freshwaterdrowningsaving
breakdown my shores
crimson tears pour from your mouth
remnants of the women before
now lost at sea
you made quick work of eroding my rough edges
before the tide pulled you away
now, i am dry, in search of life at the lake once more.
because even after everything
i still only want your lake against my cliffs
i welcome the erosion with open arms
break me down over and over
if it transforms me into something beautiful.
