Accountability

Accountability

Back up against the wall
I’m bathing in my diffidence
drowning I am…in a drought
of my own compulsion.
Nothing for you here-
my crazed bones lay in the sun.
Nothing out there either-
just a salty sea of years of tears.
The universe was once my oyster
but I did not have enough grit
to make a pearl.

© RebekkaSanchez2015

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