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Sea Salt

By Umang Kalra

I became the shore, jagged,

tired scraps of soil spun into

heaps of sand, crumbling

forms, cracked and aching,

waiting for the next wave

of the ocean’s suffocating

embrace – dry land trembles

for the taste of liquid salvation,

every sigh enveloped in

forgetting, every minute spent

naked in the sun’s sordid

heat, spent drowning the sting

of the salty sea in the tide

of welcome ecstasy: I became

the helpless seaside, glaring

open, an endless tapestry of

hollow spaces, barren, waiting

to be filled with the sputtering

waves that seek to swallow me,

all wrapped up in words, lonely

syllables that would have

plainly spelled your crooked

name, if only I’d had eyes

with which to see

 

 

Umang Kalra is an eighteen-year-old museum enthusiast, obsessive reader, procrastinator, airport lover, art nerd, and travel addict. She is currently pursuing an undergraduate degree in History from Trinity College, Dublin.

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