Nov 27
poem 2 comments challenge: Scars

Splotches on sand

They have come and gone
As frequent and relentless as the tides
As I have grown
Sssstutters
Tic tic tic tics
DON'T SAY IT YET

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Compulsions
(There's someone behind you)
Intrusive thoughts
. . . 
A lack of emotion.
And though they have surged in, lapped around
And then rolled out
Wishy-washy like waves
The water leaves splotches on sand