Mireille Eid
Decay
I walk the sunrise
my body takes a form.
Wobbling crows on cliffs
plunge for the bulging eyes
the sea has expunged.
The winds are restless.
I sculpt thin shadows in the sand,
for waking is the sister of pain.
I watch white tongued waves devour them
for a while.
Only froth is left behind.
I walk the sunrise
my mind takes a form
Limbs of hardened jelly fish
hang from driftwood,
my neck
and patiently waits for its reward.
The sky is dry
I listen to the growl of sanity
for bliss is the sister of ignorance.
And
I steal the smell of sleep
for a living.
©Mireille Eid