the moon
the tides
my body
all cycle together
i stand in the surf
a daring finger of water
caressing my thigh
as i bleed
crimson stain sand-speckled
white cotton between my fingers,
a rivulet tickles my wrist;
the tide rises, pain blooms
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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