At the rocks of Belle-Ille
I saw pieces of you in the water
my flaws no longer burn
but my thoughts of you
still bleed
through the pages of my notebooks.
at the rocks of Belle-Ille
i saw pieces of myself in the water
my soul is drowning
in this hollow cavity
i call my heart
that no longer pumps blood
but seduces images of you
to my brain.
you’re like the monstrous waves
pulling me deeper into
this void.
At the rocks of Belle-Ille
I saw pieces of what used to be in the water.
a ghostly soul seeping steadily in the shore.
and a
liar
swimming soundlessy with the sharks
awaiting a slaying by the ocean’s devil.
– j.ds
Simply A Girl With Words 