girl on the rocks of the shore

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                                                                       .
                                                                       .
                                                                       .
her heart sits 

  outside her body

    and throbs

in rhythm with the waves



as pain collects

  in the cup of her palm



her eyes bob up and down

   like buoys

on the foaming waves



her pastel colors

   swirl 

       and spin



like paint 

drops 

     in a jar



down at the rocks,

where everything around her

        breathes