Clifton Baden Pratt
Joined October 2021
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https://www.porphyrymusic.org/
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Cold Tide Warm Skin
Cold Tide Warm Skin. Guilt is like a sea of darkness, raging and gnarly. And I am not drowning. The clouds hang about steady and water-filled, they hold the water. They are part of the force which holds him. The sky is just dark and swirls the clouds round and round, the wind squeals, shrieks and howls as its rasping self divides the space between his face and the water. Minute droplets sting from the cold as they whip on and off his face and confront the next round the storm must tell. The ocean teaches a lesson a man can never tell. That is why a man cannot speak his mind, he won’t tell what is on his heart.
By Clifton Baden Pratt2 years ago in Fiction