The fruit of a collaboration between L’Ammonite and T; lines switched on and off to the crashing of waves.
A green wave, curls
Inward as it crashes against
The hollow of her ribs.
How fitting that envy had begun to well up inside,
Where it appended grit, foam, and leftovers of the sea,
And brought forth remnants of a forgotten self, lost desires:
Such as a blue wave contains:
Desire husked from shape.