every time you open the door

a wave begins to form

the next minutes, hours

they build into a slow


until the door closes

& i'm on the other side

as your touch begins to wear

away, your fingerprints

evaporate from my skin

rising like steam

i see them in the night

like ghosts they follow me

as i walk home in the dark

that's when the wave curls

foaming at the lips

& it breaks

over my body, my heart

tumbles & rolls

in the undertow.


© The Beast Goddess

Photo by © Karl Anton Björkman

Fitness Model Wrapped in Plastic on the Floor by Karl Anton Bjorkman | Stockholm, Sweden
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