Purgatory
The ocean of guilt, deep and turbulent
Rises to the sun, but thunderous clouds vent
Their grief and rivers run relentlessly.
Deep in this dark, the wreck rots, softens. She
Flakes and falls in the swirl of a fin-flick.
Her skin crumbles, slowly settles in thick
Slough. Her innards dissolve. Still in her hold
Lies hidden the casket containing her gold.
Earth move! You must open. Swallow the salt
Waters. With one gulp drain the drowning guilt.
Wreck, raise yourself. Be lifted free of silt
And see the skies. That sinking sense of fault
Shall vaporize. The sun will dry the brine.
The casket open, how her gold will shine!
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