La Femme Adultere
I’m just a crazy, unhinged disaster of a human being. .

Some terrible lines I wrote about a summer’s day.

Lying on the vast green ocean floor.
It is never dry but always damp in the absence of rainfall.
It prickles the skin like a spreading rash.
The skin glistening as the residue of sunscreen spreads from the crook of the elbow
over blotchy patches of skin
in varying tones of red.
A sweet caramel rises through the great barrier of cells
spreading imperceptibly hour by hour
taking hold.

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