PULLED BY GRIEF

By Amanda Andrews

The day her father died,

she laid at the beach

with her back pressed to

the sandy shoreline

and the soles of her feet

steeped in salty, ocean kisses.

She didn’t cy,

not until the waves

picked her up

and carried

her far from land

so that no one could

hear her tears.

The ocean was kind,

perhaps even kinder

when it didn’t allow her feet

to touch land

once more.

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